So here I am again, feeling like a total idiot because I thought I could handle something when in fact I can’t. It happens way too often and I feel bad about it. I can’t even tell anyone about it because it’s such a stupidly petty problem that I shouldn’t even have. It’s like… a broken nail. It’s broken and over with and I just have to wait for it to get better and it could happen again but it’s just one of those things that could happen over and over and over until I stop being stupid and just cut the problem away.

This should have been posted sooner but it was not. This is my treatment plan for therapy. I’ll be going every week and hopefully something doesn’t happen to the point where I have to reschedule every other week. Because I just get discouraged when that happens and it makes me not want to go at all. :c

On the plus side, the goals seem reachable and I’m really optimistic about them. Especially now that I’m getting proper care for my legs.

Since it looked a little messy with ten pictures on the other post, I dragged on to make a part two of my hospital stay. 

And so continuing…

One & Two;

This is one of the better dishes they served for dinner. It’s spaghetti with fettuccine sauce and broccoli. It was actually really good. However, after my sister mixed my dinner up for me, she went on to squish my butter spread. xD 

Three;

My wonderful sister bought my laptop to me in the beginning of my hospital stay. Obviously. Or I wouldn’t have been posting. It’s been the anchor in my sanity because I can skype with my girlfriend, Key, and my mom/grandma/sister while I’m here instead of sitting here staring out the window or sleeping all day.

Four & Five;

My sister has also been bringing me food/drinks. XD She bought me snack wraps first with a sweet tea from McDonalds, then a Coolatta from Dunkin Doughnuts, then more snack wraps from Mcdonalds. It helped the first day she got me the snack wraps cause the food that day was gross. D: 

Six; 

This handsome devil is Chris. I went to school with him and he just so happens to work here at the hospital. He comes in every day to get my food orders and sometimes stays to talk for a minute. It’s been really great just seeing a familiar face around here. It makes me feel a little more at ease.

Alright. So… going picture by picture, here’s my hospital stay so far.

One;

The reason I had to come here is because of how blown up and painful my legs are. My right leg actually started leaking fluid on it’s own, which usually takes my cat attacking it to happen but this time it just kinda started leaking without Misha going near it.

Two;

So I was admitted with the doctor telling me I have Lymphedema and Cellulitus. They were quick to take blood cultures and do tonnes of tests and I really didn’t like it but it had to be done.

Three & Four;

And then there was the dreaded IV put into my arm to give me antibiotics and fluids [which made me have to pee every 10 minutes]. It started bleeding after a few days as you can see but they took that one out and as I type this, I’m waiting to have a fresh one put in so I can have my last 1-2 doses of antibiotic before I go home.

Five;

They wrapped my legs in things called UNNA boots. It’s pretty much just three layers of bandages and it’s supposed to squeeze the fluid in my legs back up towards my heart.

Six;

This is just the ominous leak spot in the corner of my room. It kinda freaks me out because of the movie Mama that I saw recently. D: At least there’s no moths flying around and I haven’t had any weird dreams.

Seven;

Sugar free Crystal Light. One of the few drinks that are good in the hospital. I also had chocolate milk. Which was pretty awesome.

Part Two

Some of my stickers came today. I love stickers. c: I sent a bunch of requests for them out a few days ago. I’m really surprised I got them so soon. 

You can get your own of the ones in the picture at frostwire.com and livethephantomlife.com. 

Check out some of the art on livethephantomlife.com though, it’s really great.

I grew up with these books. I remember my first encounter with Sorcerer’s Stone, too. It was in middle school. A girl named Kim gave me one of her copies of the book and I fell in love with it. I was such a fanatic that I got a Harry Potter blanket and trading cards and drawing the characters and everything. I think I stopped liking it for a while because kids started picking on me for it. Called me a nerd and a freak for liking the books. I felt horrible and just hid all of my stuff away. At some point, I threw the cards away and gave away the blanket. I even tore up all my sketches. But since then, I haven’t really cared about what other people think. I love Harry Potter and I’m proud to say that. I’d tell anyone that I’m a Potter head. c:

It’s probably not healthy to just be sitting here alone while listening to Elvis on a volume that neighbors can hear.

But I don’t care.

I love Elvis. c:

Dean Winchester || I am Human

By Cas

I just never want to forget that she made this for me. <3

So I just did another edit. I feel confident about this one. It was a random muse to do it too. Someone I follow had the icon and I asked if they would be okay with me editing it. They were actually more than okay with it. I just hope they like it now. c:

Images: Before | After

Thanks for letting me edit this though, Tux. c: