8 Fucking Days

in our city hospital.... My key takeaway from this hospital stint? I gotta stop drinking. Like, no more. Doneeeee. I had a bleeding ulcer...I had to have an emergency endoscopy and the surgeon had to cauterize my ulcer because it was bleeding. I was supposed to come home Monday, but then Sunday night, my blood pressure started CRASHING. At one point it was 82/40. I also presented with malnutrition....I was starting to grow light soft hair (called lanugo) on my face from malnourishment. I FINALLY started feeling better toady. I was good yesterday, but then I had a sudden onset of nausea and started puking everywhere...and then my bp started bottoming out AGAIN. They wanted to keep me another night (for tonight) but I was SO FUCKING ANNOYED by this point...8 days of being poked, prodded, doped up on pain meds...having every little movement tracked with a heart monitor...having very little to eat because of being sick....I was SO OVER IT. I told the doctor this morning that I was over it and she needed to get what she needed because I want OUT TODAY. I was discharged at 5:15pm and was so annoyed I was ready to rip my own IV out. At 2:40pm I told the nurse that I needed pain medication before I went home. "Yep." 5pm comes and she comes into the room "Would you like your Latuda?" (my night med for my biplolar disorder) Me: NOPE. I want you to take my IV out and I'll go home and take my Latuda with my pain medication that I requested two hours ago. It was a decent visit until today. But I finally left... I weighed 202 pounds when I went in on Monday night...I came home today at 188. The battle begins.... ✌🏻