Talkin' to the man.

Dr. Schidlow! There's a reason he is as successful as he is. He is so incredibly smart and I trust his opinions more than anyone I know when it comes to doctors. He has been with my for my whole life. I asked him to take time out of his day today to come visit me, and he almost sounded happy to hear from me. He was up within the hour, and we talked. I voiced my concerns about the condition I am in possibly being my "new healthy". He said that it is a possibility, but in all actuality, it is too soon to tell. He said that because I had let myself go so badly and for so long, it will take a longer time for my body to stabilize, and after it does that, then the treatments will kick in.

He is always very good at explaining things in a way that I can understand. I feel that with a nursing background, I see the seriousness of things when they are explained more in depth. Regardless, he eased my mind and made me feel a lot better about the situation. It is a possibility that this steady lower lung function might just be due to how out of control my diabetes was.

So last night I was not able to sleep due to too much caffeine. Yes, shame on me. To pass the time that I couldn't sleep, I read my medical chart. When I told my social worker this fact today, she looked at me like I had three heads. She really likes to take action against every single thing I say and do, so I thought there would be consequences. Of course there is not because it is my personal information. She is the same woman that banned my friend from coming last time. I told her my friend Will had CF and was coming to visit like he had done before. She then proceeded to tell me that if he showed up, he would be escorted out by security. It's almost as if she cares about everything a little too much. Such as reading my chart. Maybe I would read something that would throw me over the edge. That wasn't the case of course because my doctors really tell me everything.

Also, an update on Twin Tiers Idol. My mother got in contact with Patty, the woman who runs it, but it was one day too late. She was more than happy to put me in, but since they had already made the final decisions and sent the names to the newspaper, she couldn't change anything. I called her and asked her to think of me in case anyone was unable to do it. She took my number, and now all I have to do is hope that someone has some special event that they forgot about. Wouldn't that be great? For me of course, not for that other person. Well, that's the update from my hospital bed. Bolster, out.