Subject: Re: Subject: Subject: Re: Faithful...Vera, Deborah

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Vera,

Let me first tell you that I do take great pride in respecting my

" elders. " I tell that to my husband all the time. So, I got myself booted

out of the hospital yesterday. SHE'S FREE! This feat in itself is worth

comment.

I only slept 4 hours night before last but woke full of vim and vigor.

(Major Understatement) Nothing hurt, I was bouncing off the walls, speeking

fast, shuffling a little faster than usual... )You can drag that foot a

little faster when you are motivatted)

The doc came in and asked how I was feeling. I asked him to go look out

the window for lightening. To my amazement, he actually went to the window

and looked, turned back to me and said, " it looks like a clear day. " Oh,

really...wow... I'm almost scared to say it, I FEEL GOOD! Nothing hurts!

He smiled and told me to get the heck out of here before I got sick. Said

that the steroids that he put me on were once again wiping out my immune

system and I needed to get away from there. YEAH BUDDY..... I WAS GIVEN THE

KEY TO ESCAPE FROM THE TORTURE CHAMBER.

arrived just a few minutes later with a change of clotes for me to

put on. I had barely eaten all week and was anticipating slinking into my

jeans and shirt. HA! I put on my jeans, flab rolling off the waist (You

must understand that just one year ago I was 117 lbs and wore a size 4).

Then I put on the silk blouse, size L, and looked down... where did they

come from?.... monster boobies.... there must have been a 4 inch gap between

the buttons. It would not have been possible to button that shirt without a

corset. I could see it now, Deb leaving the hospital mimicking something

from a Madona video with her bra showing and a wrap of clothing hanging over

the shoulders to give the illusion of being dressed. Problem with this

analogy is that I wasn't wearing one of those fancy lace bra's no sir ree...

I had the old maw maw type on that simply functions to keep those suckers up

off of the knees.

Second option, jeans and a hospital gown..naaa..not my style. So hubby

goes to the $5.00 store and gets me an XL USA pride T-Shirt, comes back,

loads the car and we escape. The doc had wanted us to go by his office on

the way home so that he could give me samples of a medication to try for

pain before I bought the prescription since I seem to blow up in a red rash

looking at pills these days.

On the drive over, I sang, giggles, talked, talked, talked, giggled, and

kept repeating how GREAT I was feeling. By this time is really

getting concerned.. I don't think he has ever seen me this way. Then a

moment of silence hit.... the light bulb went off... STEROIDS....I'm MANIC.

Cool feeling. Then I recounted to the story of my Aunt Lavenia who

when put on steroids not only cleaned her whole house, but made new drapes

from scratch for every room, baked a meal for the entire church for Sunday

AND was caught at 6:30 in the morning by one of her children up on her roof

mopping the shingles. She simply stated that she didn't remember ever

having done that before and thought that they might be dirty by now and then

continued what she was doing.

If you could of seen face. Wish I had a picture as this dear man

is looking at me trying to keep his composure and not speak the words that

he is obviously thinking so loud that the people in the next car could hear.

We arrive at the doc's office. makes sure that he talks to the doc.

Dr. Raad just smiles when he's asked, " What drug is making her so..

uh.... hyper?: Dr. Raad says steroids. He tells that I probably

won't be sleeping much and that I will be having mood swings and then he

looks him in the eye, puts his hand on his shoulder and says, put on your

seat belt, this is going to be one wild ride. Then the doc looks at me and

giggles, looks back at and says, call me in the morning if you need

to.

Well, we go home, pack a suitcase and drive to Myrtle Beach, get a room

and here we are. 9 stories above the water, ocean breeze filling the room,

laptop in hand, coffee machine brewing and I'm just as manic today as I was

yesterday.

Remind me if you want to tell you about my dream last night which was

acted out in full voice, hand movements and details. was scared at

first till he realize that I had not lost my mind, I was just dreaming out

loud.

Good enough for now Vera? I have about 3 more weeks of steroids and am

loving this window away from pain.

Hugs and warm fuzzies,

Deborah

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Deborah,

Where do I sign up for steroids? I want to feel like that! I think my

husband would be thrilled if he came home and I was cleaning

everything in sight! LOL! Knowing me though I would be running the

streets! Oh what a time to be had! How is the weather at Murtle

Beach? I bet it is nice. Don't stay out in the sand too long and burn

and watch out for the sharks. We always go to Panama City Beach where

the sharks are. I hadn't figured out who we are trying to do away

with yet. Hmmm I dont go in the ocean just because I don't trust

them. LOL Awww the feel of sand on your toes and salt on your skin.

Have a good time!

Lots of love and gentle hugs,

Belinda

> Vera,

>

> Let me first tell you that I do take great pride in respecting my

> " elders. " I tell that to my husband all the time. So, I got

myself booted

> out of the hospital yesterday. SHE'S FREE! This feat in itself is

worth

> comment.

>

> I only slept 4 hours night before last but woke full of vim and

vigor.

> (Major Understatement) Nothing hurt, I was bouncing off the walls,

speeking

> fast, shuffling a little faster than usual... )You can drag that

foot a

> little faster when you are motivatted)

>

> The doc came in and asked how I was feeling. I asked him to go

look out

> the window for lightening. To my amazement, he actually went to the

window

> and looked, turned back to me and said, " it looks like a clear

day. " Oh,

> really...wow... I'm almost scared to say it, I FEEL GOOD! Nothing

hurts!

>

> He smiled and told me to get the heck out of here before I got

sick. Said

> that the steroids that he put me on were once again wiping out my

immune

> system and I needed to get away from there. YEAH BUDDY..... I WAS

GIVEN THE

> KEY TO ESCAPE FROM THE TORTURE CHAMBER.

>

> arrived just a few minutes later with a change of clotes

for me to

> put on. I had barely eaten all week and was anticipating slinking

into my

> jeans and shirt. HA! I put on my jeans, flab rolling off the waist

(You

> must understand that just one year ago I was 117 lbs and wore a

size 4).

> Then I put on the silk blouse, size L, and looked down... where did

they

> come from?.... monster boobies.... there must have been a 4 inch

gap between

> the buttons. It would not have been possible to button that shirt

without a

> corset. I could see it now, Deb leaving the hospital mimicking

something

> from a Madona video with her bra showing and a wrap of clothing

hanging over

> the shoulders to give the illusion of being dressed. Problem with

this

> analogy is that I wasn't wearing one of those fancy lace bra's no

sir ree...

> I had the old maw maw type on that simply functions to keep those

suckers up

> off of the knees.

>

> Second option, jeans and a hospital gown..naaa..not my style. So

hubby

> goes to the $5.00 store and gets me an XL USA pride T-Shirt, comes

back,

> loads the car and we escape. The doc had wanted us to go by his

office on

> the way home so that he could give me samples of a medication to

try for

> pain before I bought the prescription since I seem to blow up in a

red rash

> looking at pills these days.

>

> On the drive over, I sang, giggles, talked, talked, talked,

giggled, and

> kept repeating how GREAT I was feeling. By this time is

really

> getting concerned.. I don't think he has ever seen me this way.

Then a

> moment of silence hit.... the light bulb went off...

STEROIDS....I'm MANIC.

> Cool feeling. Then I recounted to the story of my Aunt

Lavenia who

> when put on steroids not only cleaned her whole house, but made new

drapes

> from scratch for every room, baked a meal for the entire church for

Sunday

> AND was caught at 6:30 in the morning by one of her children up on

her roof

> mopping the shingles. She simply stated that she didn't remember

ever

> having done that before and thought that they might be dirty by now

and then

> continued what she was doing.

>

> If you could of seen face. Wish I had a picture as this

dear man

> is looking at me trying to keep his composure and not speak the

words that

> he is obviously thinking so loud that the people in the next car

could hear.

>

> We arrive at the doc's office. makes sure that he talks to

the doc.

> Dr. Raad just smiles when he's asked, " What drug is making her

so..

> uh.... hyper?: Dr. Raad says steroids. He tells that I

probably

> won't be sleeping much and that I will be having mood swings and

then he

> looks him in the eye, puts his hand on his shoulder and says, put

on your

> seat belt, this is going to be one wild ride. Then the doc looks

at me and

> giggles, looks back at and says, call me in the morning if

you need

> to.

>

> Well, we go home, pack a suitcase and drive to Myrtle Beach, get

a room

> and here we are. 9 stories above the water, ocean breeze filling

the room,

> laptop in hand, coffee machine brewing and I'm just as manic today

as I was

> yesterday.

>

> Remind me if you want to tell you about my dream last night which

was

> acted out in full voice, hand movements and details. was

scared at

> first till he realize that I had not lost my mind, I was just

dreaming out

> loud.

>

> Good enough for now Vera? I have about 3 more weeks of steroids

and am

> loving this window away from pain.

>

> Hugs and warm fuzzies,

>

> Deborah

>

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