Thank you for your wishes. I had a nice birthday: went to the hospital to change my bandage and watched a lot of TV. Had a few guests over, which actually exhausted me!, and received many presents (including an orange ipod and i do not know how it works – have to read the instructions these days!) and flowers.
Sorry for worrying so many people. I’m better and better everyday. My arm is almost as good as new (was not broken) and today the neurosurgeon took out the stitches from my head. He said it is “normal” to feel nauseous and have migraines. “You hit your head, young lady, of course it hurts!”, the doctor said. I guess that makes sense.
I’ve spent to much time in the hospital these days that I have a tone of stories to tell. In short, I have to say I made a huge mistake by not going to medical school: the lab partners I could’ve had!! Oh, boy! *Sigh* 😀
The young surgeons I had to see for a check-up made me feel sorry I didn’t have more injuries. Sure, I hit my head, you’ll say, but that doesn’t make my standards get any lower, is that clear? 🙂
Seriously now, a cute doctor actually flirted with me today at the hospital, which makes me wonder about work ethics (considering I was wearing a stupid bandage over my head and a cap unsuccessfully trying to hide it). I mean, come on, who hits on a neurosurgery case?? It’s sick I tell you! 😛 Anyway, I still regret not going to medical school…
Second thing I wanted to share with you is that when you might die you don’t necessarily think of the important things that happened in your life up to that moment. I mean I was not thinking of my first kiss and my first dog and such. I was only thinking about how much I hate hospitals (just like any other normal person) and that I will probably be seeing many doctors that day, that I will have to be naked or almost naked in front of many strangers with scalpels. I was not far from the truth. I went to three hospitals, my head was sewn twice and I got to wear a silly semitransparent extra large outfit at one of the hospitals.
I am still taking pills and my hand hurts. Coffee is still a no-no (and I neeeed coffee!!) and so is alcohol (life sux!). But in a couple of days I’ll be fine. Plus, I haven’t lost my amazing sense of humor! Mwahahaha! 😛
Oh, by the way, I heard that Zoso ended up in the hospital as well. Isn’t that ironic? 🙂 Sounds like a conspiracy, doesn’t it? Bloggers are dying!
Anyway, I’m so sorry for him, I heard it’s serious. At least he went to the same hospital (Floreasca) as I was (in the end) and I can assure you that doctors there are not only hot, but also very professional and nice with their patients. Get well soon, Zoso!