Part 6 - Physical therapy

Physical therapy was umm awesome, well not really, but it is for a good reason. So at this point...I had a "special visitor," a CPS worker and she is ready to take my baby that is a few months old at this point.  I have been awake for a few weeks now and she thinks I am mentally incompetent of caring for my own child.  Well, I freaked out like any mother would.  I was pretty upset by that fact she would just walk in after someone has gone through so much and demand a child.  Thankfully enough I had a very good friend and her mother who was willing to take my son and have temporary custody.  I signed my rights over to my friend and her mother.  They brought Sage up to the ICU to visit me as much as they could. 
You see my friend was a full time mother of 1 already, working, and going to school.  She definitely already had a full plate.  Her love for us was, _______.  Well, words cannot express how I feel. <3  Where was my family?  Well, my mother was still crazy.  My Dad, (my uncle that loved me like a dad) was too old.  My twin tried to take him for 1 weekend, after one night, she called my good friend crying to get him because she couldn't handle it.  All the other family members? who knows?  It seemed as if some people only cared about me being on my death bed and not the after mess to help clean up.  Yes, some of you did buy my clothes because I didn't have the money and Thank you again!  In my defense how would I have money if I was in a coma for 2 months and unable to hold my own head up?  Moving on.....

So baby Sage was healthy, happy, and safe.  I would say at this point he was about 3 months.  Me on the other hand...I was relearning everything.  I started trying to eat liquids and calorie counting.  My appetite was horrible, I was never hungry, but so excited to get the feeding tube out.  The trade off was to eat more since I had no feeding tube.  I hated how food made me feel.  I was always sick and shaking.  Sometimes I felt like a kid, crying because I was being told to eat my veggies by the nurses.  At some points I refused to the point that they would have this male nurse( who I thought was so mean) come in and sit across from me and say over and over, "you need to eat your veggies."  It got pretty annoying.  Sometimes I would cry and eat a arrot or other times i'd fight with him and scream at him.  Not my best side, but these things seem liek a big deal when your trying to recover.

Some funny times is when I was asked, "What would I want, any food?"  I wanted a Krispy Kreme and a burger from, Thrifty Scottsman.  I was so excited the morning when someone had brought in 2 Krispy Kreme donuts for me to finally eat again.  I was expecting it to be so good, I barley even chewed it and in about 5 mins as it hit my stomach I was puking.  I continued puking for the rest of the day.  It didn't taste good either.  Tasted like melted fat on bread.  I have never eaten a Krispy Kreme to this day and won't.  Maybe I have but I don't remember and the thought of one disgusts me.  Oh I did get a burger, but sadly I never ate it because I dropped it on the floor and couldn't get it because I'd hit the floor.  By the time a nurse came in, it was considered trash because it fell on the floor while it was wrapped.  Oh well....

Another is when I started eating liquids, jello was considered a liquid.  Again I was very excited to eat it.  I had the shakes so bad everytime I'd get it on my  fork it would jiggle and shake off.  At first it was very annoying, but I managed a few.  The nurses didn't help because I had to learn how to feed myself again.  It was hours of trying to eat this damn jello.  I then started to get very tired.  (At this point I still couldn't hold myself up) I went to get the call button and dropped it.  At this point my face was now on my knees and I was crying.  The nurse came in after 45mins, apologizing.  I told her, "I just want to go to bed."  So she helped me back to bed and gave me a bite of my jello.  I had used too much energy for the jello, I had to get some rest.  Which was normal, even 10min long conversations would tired me. 

This is all for now.  Thank you for your support everyone.  Feel free to ask any questions that you might think of.  I will have another written tonight or tomorrow hopefully.