I’m going to start this story with a little flashback to September of 2014 when I was in the hospital getting my G-tube placed. Anthony had driven down from Fayetteville to Dallas to stay with me through some of my days in the hospital, and it was so kind of him to do that. It was especially kind of him to deal with a girl who was on so many medications that she didn’t even know what was happening most of the time. He really liked me I guess!
Anyway, long story short, one day not too long after receiving pain medication, I started crying because I had something I wanted to tell him. After acting like a weirdo for a few minutes, I just blurted out, “I LOVE YOU OKAY!”
That’s the end of that part of the story. It’s also good to note that this was my last long hospital stay until this engagement story begins.
Sixteen months passed (RECORD!) I had moved to Fayetteville with Anthony, and things had continued to progress between the two of us.
Welcome back! This is the second to last part of this story. Thanks so much for sticking around for it! I’m curious, what would you like to see me write next? While I have ideas, I am ultimately here in hopes of helping others. Are you currently having issues with how to tape your feeding tube and looking for a possible new way? Are you scheduled for a procedure in the hospital and want a list of ideas for things to take with you to make it feel more like home? Or maybe you aren’t a patient and have a question about something I’ve already mentioned here and would like for me to elaborate on it? I’d love to hear from you!
Let’s jump back in!
The second trip to Mayo Clinic was just as busy as the first! There were lots of lab draws and running around to see various doctors, but Aunt Retta and I had fun with it!