Doggie Tail Tales: June 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009

I'm currently visiting my brother in California for couple of days. Actually, today may be the last day of visiting him and his family.... Yesturday, my dad, my brother, his wife and son and I went to Aquarium of the Pacific. I think we spend three hours or more exploring inside the museum or aquarium. I forgotten how beautiful the life in the ocean can be!My favorites are the jellyfish, seahorse, weedy sea dragon, leafy sea dragon, ray, and seals, I guess. I love how the jellyfish move and float in the water so gracefully. I love the cute little creature of seahorse, and sea dragon of both kinds. I think they're very beautiful and graceful, how they float, or more like glide, around in the water without using much movements.I enjoy the ray because I get to touch them. I stick two fingers in the sand on the bottom and they would swim by, with the flapper brushing against my hand. One of them actually carcess all over my hand. They feel very soft and slimy. I think they're very cute. I even get to touch the StingyRay which is completely safe to do so because I noticed they cut off the end of the tail. I even managed to stroke a small shark from head to tail as it goes by.I was amazed how colorful the coral plants are. Some are pure white, some are bright orange, or pink or even blue, I think... Some looks so soft and fluffy, which makes me wanted to touch them. At one area, I can touch or stroke a few of the coral plants.They have Otters but they're sleeping. They have Seals. I must have forgotten how playful they are. One was playing with a large plastic tube. It was fun and cute to watch. They have only two posion frogs, a yellow and blue one. I found one fish that have oddest name: honeycomb rabbitfish. I learned that lip gloss are made out of shark liver oil.There are pictures of me in the Aquarium but I don't have them yet... so I'll get them posted into this post when I receive them. Smile.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Abortion Day
Two days ago, I visited a high risk OB/GYN doctor. Dr Clock is a very nice lady. She does not strongly suggested the abortion like the first three doctors I have visited in the past two weeks. She lay out all the different options and ideas. She said that I am 25 to 50 percent chance of survival. We had a good discussion of get ideas what could happen if I tried to varies of things. If I try keeping the baby, being bed rested for 4 months and wearing oxygen, it would still be tough on my body and the baby. Not having enough oxygen will cause slow-growth to the baby. If I do survived the pregnancy, wither if the baby made it or not, my life span would shrink by 10 to 15 years off. However, Dr Clock said that I would have better chance in having a baby if I have lung transplant. But that is something to think about for the future.
After discussing much if there may be a chance or not or good idea or not of keeping the baby, it is still a high risk for my life. The best option is to have abortion. Surprisingly, the doctors quickly made some phone calls and got the appointment arranged the next day. Usually, trying to make an appointment the next day is difficult. Having that all settled, Dr Clock put in a "seaweed stick" into cervix to help dilate it overnight. It was not comfortable because it cause cramps. She gave me a pill that helps ease the cramping. Shortly afterwards I felt dizzy, lightheaded, weak, achey, and sometimes nauseated. The doctor said it is normal. I was put onto a wheelchair and wheel off to other office in the other building to have them take my blood. They took two tubes of blood.
I was told that I cannot eat nor drink 8 hours before the appointment, which means I cannot eat after 4 am. The appointment was set at 10:30 am. I had priesthood blessing last night which was very nice for me which it basically saying that everything will be alright and I shall find peace. I got new pills for overnight and before the surgery which was called "Valium". It helps ease the anxiety and sleep better. I slept like a baby till I was woken by my dad at 3:30 am. He cooked up a nice early breakfast. I had scramble eggs on toasted english muffins with bit of ham and a cup of chocolate instant breakfast. I took the valium again and after a few toss and turns, I slept like a baby.
I showered and got dressed into something cute and comfortable and packed up a few things. My parents and I arrived to the hospital slightly late. I rode in and around on a wheelchair because I was still feeling somewhat weak, or drowsy from the valium pill. We talked with a doctor, whom I wasn't paying attention to the name. We discussed about the aftermath of my previous surgery of repairing my stomach which failed to healed after the removal of the g-tube. I forgotten that I had struggles with the breathing that time and I had to stay longer in the recovery room due to MRSA. They discussed about what sort of sedation I should use that would not be difficult on my lungs. I hardly pay attention to it because I was busy chatting with my friend online with my sidekick.
We waited in a special room for family where it have nicer chair and a couch. We waited for like I think an hour. I was pulled out to sign the papers and got the name tag onto my wrist. Then we waited some more. I was about to go to the restroom but suddenly called on ready to go into the other room to prepare me for the surgery. My mom came with me as I was wheeled to the bed at the corner. I stripped down and wore the hospital gown and slippers. I finally get the change to go to bathroom then lay on bed to wait. The man poke in the IV needle, which oddly felt uncomfortable for a while. I felt asleep. My mom said that we've waiting for over a hour for the doctors finally gathered up and ready to take me. Finally after brief discussion of confirm that I understand what's going on and approve of it, they wheeled the bed to the operating room. They injected the sedate into the IV. I was awake where I carefully shift myself to the other bed, and start wearing oxygen mask, some sticky wires to monitor the heart and lungs, strapped down with a belt at the belly... then I cannot remember anything else anymore.
I woke up panting and shivering somewhat violently. I felt a hand to hold my head still, and someone put on a special air blanket that fills up with warm air. I calm down somewhat but still shivered. A nurse inject something into the IV that stops the shivering. I fell asleep. It took me a moment to realized that the procedure was over. I remember feeling some cramps, which I understand it is normal where the uterus are shrinking to normal size. I attempted to stay awake and nibbled on crackers and sipping apple juice but I felt nauseated. My mom came in the room. I gave up to sleeping some more instead. Then finally I felt awake and better enough to eat and drink. I felt better in drinking sprite instead of apple juice. I had something inject into the IV that help stopped the nausea. I lost count how many crackers I've eaten. I drank nearly the whole can of sprite. Seriously, I practically "fasted" for 12 hours. The surgery hasn't started till like after 3 pm I think. I woke up after 5. I took two antibiotic pills and received three new medicines from the pharmacy.
I felt even more alive, full of energy inside (the body still effected from sedate so it's sleepy), and even felt happy. I felt like I am happy to be alive again. It was almost being baptized again in a way. I was eager to do something fun when I get home, but my body refused to be awake, much rather going to sleep. I fell asleep on the chair for a bit, then ate tapioca pudding my mom made. Then had a good night sleep. It is almost 3 am right now. I woke up at 1 and decided to do something for a bit. I ate roman noodle soup and decided to write a blog about my experience.
Oh I almost forgot to mention, after the surgery, they also put in Mirena, a birth control that last 5 years.
I think that is about all I can say... Yes I am doing fine, feeling better than before. If you're worried about emotionally wise, I haven't felt any regrets or guilt. I just actually felt happy. I guess it is God's way of saying that it is okay. *HUGS*

Doggie Tail Tales

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Catching Up

Friday, June 5, 2009

Decisions Decisions Decisions

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

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