Tragic's Wake

37 staples down the front of me, it kinda stung. Post-op was a real treat; anaesthesia failed and I laid in that bed for 13 hours feeling every cut of the scalpel because Horizon is a fucking mess.  My best friend was rushed in for an emergency surgery, she was one wing over and we have matching scars.  The food was horrifying. Cold and mouldy in places. The PSWs were great, the nurses; maybe not so much.

March 22nd:

I hate you broken IV pole. I really just wanna have a turn at the bloody loo without flipping prison sirens screaming.. its alarm screams the second its unplugged from the wall because it can’t hold charge. I can’t do bloody anything without notifying the whole damned unit. *BEEEEP-BEEEEP* she’s peeing, she’s PEEING!!

Liz Taylor died the next day.. March 23rd:

“Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn’t take one more step..” and the glimmer of Hollywood fades greatly today with the passing of the legendary Dame Elizabeth Taylor. Disney churned starlets will never know the magic that was Hollywood Babylon and the mighty Silver Screen. Liz was the IT girl, Liz was the real deal. RIP Lady, and Godspeed.

That night I listened to the sweet old lady one room away from me as she departed our realm..

Send prayers & mojo to 71A that she either pulls through or gets safely and comfortably to the other side. She’s on the fence as we speak. Gods be with her.

We’ve lost two on the unit just today. Godspeed 70A and dude across the ward. May Cerridwyn embrace you as her blessed children that you are. RIP.

March 24th was enlightening..

NEWS: Dr Attard (my surgeon) is going to try to spring me by or during the weekend. Please keep fingers crossed for me, Drew is running out of time off and Elijah needs me.

I wowed’em this AM with progress. I am breaking all boundaries. That is my strong Island blood; ain’t nothing keeps me down for long and not a fool thing ever damn will! ~praying for home soon *fingers crossed*

Direct quote from an unnamed veteran nurse during a period of chaos last night: “…any other hospital in the country and I’m trusted to do the job I was trained for: insert an IV, administer a drug, tape it, monitor. This damn place? That job takes nine people and all we do is trip over each other while the patient suffers.”

Another IV slash & redux, 24 hour monitor period, if all holds well then Dr A says she’ll look forward to springing me on Saturday

March 25th:

Oh come on. elevated white cells now? A CT scan? Just come ON. A new story every day. Stop with this “oh it looks great, tomorrow, maybe tomorrow!” when you’re just f*king keeping me here for days and bloody days.

I love lemon meringue pie anyhow but I think I love it even more because mom used to act like all lemon meringue pies in the world were hers and she’d give me hell if I even bought it myself and didn’t give it straight to her. The pie is all mine now mom, too bad; so sad.

So now, supposedly I’m getting out Sunday but yesterday she said Saturday and the day before they all said today.. I feel like its a mean trick and Sunday they’ll say I have cancer or something.

March 26th:
“Tragic & TGrrl : Burn It The Fuck Down.” she was in a lot of pain, and she’d just come out of the drug haze and realized that she had a much bigger surgery than she’d expected. She wasn’t in the best of spirits..

♥ TnT:BITFD ♥ Tag Team Champions of the World… get better babychick, we still got shit to destroy.

Half of the staples this day, half the next.. We’re making headway, finally. March 27th, I was praying for the good news..

GET ME OUT OF HERE! *sob* [...] Dr A is making her rounds on the other side of my unit as we speak.. *fingers crossed* Stay tuned!

I’M COMING HOME, BITCHES! BOO-YEAH! WHOOP!! I’m on my way babies, I fucking love you all ♥ thanks for believing in me ♥

A week before I was released, there was an episode on the psych unit. There was a write up in the local paper and everything because the staff has next to no control over how the patients up there are handled and one day, a nurse or an orderly or a complete innocent is going to ger seriously hurt. I remember they called code for 4DN Seclusion last week. My whole unit on 3CN went dead silent, Code White is “danger, violence, attack” our unit staff was quiet and haunted for the rest of the day. I heard many expressing their feelings that there needs to be a tighter reign on 4DN patients. This happens regularly. We found out way later that a nurse got roughed up and shaken pretty badly..
March 28th:

I’ve been eating solid food for a week now and I haven’t had a bellyache once. I slept for the past week with only the residual bruised feeling of my surgery and no agonizing white hot streaks of pain slicing through relentlessly. I didn’t spend half the night in the bathroom crying.. Is this really real? Really?

Nurse: You can never EVER get your stoma wet. Me: Even to wash it? Nurse: That’s different. Me: It’s water? Nurse: You can NEVER submerge it! Me: Does it turn into Gremlins? Nurse: NO WATER! [30mns later] Stoma Lady: If you feel secure; you can even shower and bathe without your appliance, there are no set rules.. Me: Nurse said I can’t get it wet. Stoma Lady: Does she think it’s a Gremlin? Me: >_<

Because this life is a gift, it deserves a bow.

April — I’m baaaaack….

A local politician asshole ran for council under the Liberal banner. He’s the absolute least Liberal I know and I do know him, he’s a disgusting example of faking a tag just to climb the ladder. Fuck YOU Stephen Chase, you were the last straw that pushed me into the Orange Crush.. NDP FTW, bitches.

It’s been coming but this man is the final straw, the reason why I will never support the Liberals again. I was already walking the fence–he shoved me off. The Cons are soulless marauders so they’re absolutely out. It’s looking like only the NDP can even begin to nurse my wounds. I’m sad it came to this but I’m glad that I’ve made my choice. On the record come May, that’s a promise.

“Cover girl, put the bass in your walk. Head to toe, let your whole body talk!” In this world you either shante or you sashay but grrrrl you don’t be castin’ no shade my way because I will cut a bitch, yo.

I swear to GAWD there should be mandatory prison terms for people who bloody well WHISTLE! I hate you AND your merry damn tune. Die.

*on the phone* Her: “They gave me six Doritos and two Albanian dancers..” Me: “umm yeaaaah. Hang on, lemme switch to my good ear..” I tell her what I actually heard, she simply says “Close enough!” LOL! Java with TGrrl soon ♥

Some angry woman just came tumbling out of the building across the street yelling “jesus doesn’t want you to live like this! You’re fat and you’re on drugs and jesus wants more for you!” Then she got in a cab and was gone!

“Mom, you can’t close your eyes or you will turn into a zombie.. You need to stay awake or I will have to kill you with a monkey bomb, I need you to understand, I will kill you if I need to.”

May 2011:

I honestly believe the election would be so much more fun if they did it in drag and had a charismatic host like RuPaul, and little contests, and prizes, and lots and LOTS of fishnet ♥

Well that settles it then, we have a Harper majority and the NDP has been called as official opposition. I’m glad I had my surgery already because soon Harper’s minions will find a way to cut health care for poor folks completely out of the picture.. Grats to the NDP though, this is bloody historic just the same and at least us commoners now have a foot in the door.

I really can’t be friends with those who vote Conservative. They’re ignorant to facts and have no social conscience. I don’t care if you’d vote for gum from the bottom of my shoe, it wouldn’t try to legislate me and my family out of existence. When you vote conservative, you’re voting for an American Canada. You’re voting against our country and everything it stands for. ┌∩┐ ◕_◕ ┌∩┐ —nothing personal though, eh?

Zombies eat flesh because they don’t know any better, humans eat souls because it validates them.

Let’s head into June, shall we?
June turned out to be absolutely uneventful, blessed peace. I did pretty much nothing but walk leisurely in the sun, watch old movies, eat and rest. I enjoyed the hell out of the first part of the summer and I breathed in every flower like it was the first time I’d ever laid eyes on it. June was really a coming of age..

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