My Easter Sunday

Hey my fellow Sickle Cell Warriors, and my lovely Readers! I just wanted to do a quick blog updating you all on how my hospital visit is going; this won’t be too long because I’m going to be doing a vlog soon also. Well, sadly I’m still in the hospital, I’ve been here now for a week and I’m sooo ready to leave! I thought for sure I would be leaving today, but of course, that’s not the case. The Doctor put me on a Magnesium I.V. drip, so I know I won’t bee going anywhere today. Hopefully tomorrow (fingers crossed). As you all know, today is Easter; I was really looking forward to being home with my family for today, but that’s not the case. I knew I wouldn’t be well enough to go to church or anything, but I would at least be able to spend Easter Sunday with my family, and have a nice big dinner with them. But, as my Warriors know all too well: Sickle Cell Disease has a mind of its own, and could care less about what we want to do, or have planned. So, here I am, alone and in the hospital on a holiday (once again). There is a bright side to this though… my parents came to the hospital, which I kinda figured they would. But when they got here, they had a gorgeous vase of white lilies and roses for me! They are so pretty, and the smell has the whole room smelling good. They also got me a big chocolate bunny, anyone that knows me, know I love chocolate. I know to some, this may not sound like much, but when you’re cooped up in the hospital with absolutely nothing to do, and you’re feeling down about being there, the littlest things can make you smile. Plus I don’t get flowers when I’m in the hospital, because I’m always there. Sadly, I’m not the only one that’s sick today: my brother is also sick. He started hurting today, and I think they said he was hurting all over, too…..but my brother is so hardheaded! He never goes to the hospital, he just stay home in terrible pain. I don’t know why he does that, especially when he is always lecturing me about going to the hospital. Oh well, I just hope he gets well soon, I hate when my brother is in pain, especially since I know exactly how bad that pain can be. Anyway, I hope you all had a great Easter Sunday, and to all my fellow Warriors: STAY STRONG!

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Sickle Cell Disease Crisis In The Hospital Video/Vlog

Hey Readers! I just uploaded another video for you all on my YouTube page. Check it out and let me know what you think. Don’t forget to subscribe, like, and comment!! This video wasn’t all that long; I just wanted to let y’all know what’s going on with me while it’s happening, not months later. Let’s get Sickle Cell Disease awareness out there people!

Quote Of The Day

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Hey Readers, I’m going to start back doing my Quote Of The Day, blogs. I really enjoy reading and finding the right one, I really hope you all enjoy them as well. When I read this one I could really relate to it; I may cry a lot when I’m in pain from a Sickle Cell crisis, or from frustration, but that by no means makes me a weak person, nor my fellow SC Warriors.

The Crazy (at times scary) Last Four Months of My Life!!

Hey Readers! Well, first let me say thank you to everyone that read my last blog, and followed the link in it to my YouTube video. As I said in my last blog, that was my first of hopefully many videos about Sickle Cell Disease. I was VERY hesitant about putting myself out there in such a personal way for everyone to see, but ultimately I’m happy I decided to go through with it. I will definitely be doing more in the near future. I feel there isn’t a big enough spotlight on Sickle Cell Disease, so who better to advocate about this disease than someone living with it? Anyway, this blog is about what’s been going on with me these past few months. I haven’t been writing blogs lately because I’ve been extremely sick. I’m use to having my regular Sickle Cell pains, but it was completely different this time. It all started about four months ago, I started feeling really bad. It was nothing like the regular pain I get, I just felt real lousy for some reason; I thought maybe I had the flu or something because my throat was really sore, and I felt extremely weak. But one day I was in bed still feeling bad, when (out of nowhere it seems) I started hurting. When that happened my family told me I needed to just go to the hospital; it’s a good thing they did too. When we got to the ER, they took me to the back right away, when the Doctor came he literally took one look at me and told my dad he was going to admit me into the hospital. That has never happened to me before, they usually do blood work and give me pain meds before they decide to admit me. But when the nurse came in to setup the I.V. and stuff, she looked at me and said “oh yeah, I can tell you in pain and dehydrated”. Turns out, the whites of my eyes were completely yellow, meaning I was extremely dehydrated; I didn’t even know until her and my dad pointed it out (I’ll put a picture in of it so you all can see). Even with my eyes like that we still just thought I was having a regular Sickle Cell Crisis. So, they admit me and have me on a lot of I.V. fluid and my regular pain meds. But I still felt terrible, and my mouth was completely dry, I literally had no saliva in my mouth, I couldn’t even swallow without drinking water first, it was that bad. So of course feeling the way I was feeling, the thought of eating wasn’t even on my mind; and of course that’s no good. A few days later the Doctors came, and told me I had a very serious infection, which is why I was feeling so terrible. I didn’t realize just how serious it was until, a Cardiologist came and said they had to perform surgery to see if the infection had spread to my heart, and if it had I would need a new heart valve. The next morning they performed the procedure, and thank God, the infection hadn’t spread to my heart. But, unfortunately, my kidneys hadn’t faired as well. A Specialist came and told me I may have Kidney Failure, so they did some test and thankfully they weren’t failing; but he said I was extremely malnourished and it was affecting my kidneys. So, they had a Dietician come and put me on a protein drink, because I wasn’t eating right. So I’m thinking okay cool, give me the I.V. antibiotics, the meds, the protein drinks and breathing treatments (I also wasn’t breathing too good) and I’ll be okay….nope. It turns out they had never seen an infection like mine (they didn’t even have a name for it!) so the antibiotics weren’t working. They kept changing them to see what helped. Then, like I’m not already going through enough, an Infectious Disease Doctor came and told me they need to do some test to see if the infection was in my port (that’s the device they placed in my chest under the skin to access for I.V.’s and to draw blood). So, they do some blood work, and of course the test came back positive, it had spread to my port; so the Doctor said it had to be removed. I outright refused the first few days, he came back every single day asking me if I would allow them to remove it, and I kept saying no. Now, let me explain: my port is a vital part of being able to deal with Sickle Cell. When I have to go to the hospital, instead of them sticking me with a needle literally all over my body trying to find a vein (including in my neck), they just access the port. It makes a HUGE difference in my life; and mind you, the same Doctor told me I needed my port removed like two years ago, and when they removed it the port wasn’t even infected! So this time around me and my family are super hesitant. Even my Hematologist didn’t think I should. But that all changed one day when I started running a high fever; I felt terrible and was in and out of it that whole day. The Doctor came, and told me I was risking my life and could die, then my Hematologist came and basically told me I was going to have my port removed first thing in the morning. So when my Hematologist whom I’ve known for years now, and trust looked worried and insisted on an emergency surgery for the very next day, I knew it needed to be done. So, the next morning they tried to place a regular I.V., which absolutely was not happening, so they had to put a pick-line in my arm right before the surgery in order to give me anesthesia. The surgery went fine, they removed the port and this time the infection had spread to the port so it was all for the best. My fever went down after that, but they still didn’t know exactly how to treat the infection. So, I was in the hospital for a whole month dealing with all of this and my regular Sickle Cell pain. At this point, everyone including the Doctors are trying to figure out how I can get out of this hospital. They kept trying different antibiotics and the Infectious Disease Doctor told me one day, that he was trying to get me approved for this new drug, that hadn’t even been approved yet by the FDA (just an idea of how serious this infection was); but until then, they were going to release me from the hospital as an outpatient. I was just happy to be leaving the hospital so I would have agreed to anything! So they release me from the hospital a few days later, on two I.V. antibiotics I would have to administer to myself five (yes five) times a day and one antibiotic pill I had to take twice daily, for twenty-one days. A nurse came the first day to show me how to do everything, but it was real simple for me because I went to school for Medical Assisting. The problem wasn’t doing it, it was how often I had to do it. I literally didn’t get a full night of sleep during the whole time because every four hours or so, one of the antibiotics had to be administered. I started getting confused with simple things and forgetful; when I had a little over a week left of the antibiotics I started feeling a pain in my arm where the pick-line was. I told, the nurse about the pain, and that the I.V. wasn’t running as fast as it should have been. She told me I needed to go to the ER right away, I absolutely did not want to but when I told my parents what she said they made me go. I guess it’s a good thing they did, because they did an Ultrasound and found a blood clot about the size of a quarter in my arm. Thankfully it wasn’t in the pick-line itself, so they didn’t have to remove it, I still needed the antibiotics so that would have been bad. The Doctor told me I had to be admitted into the hospital, y’all don’t know how mad I was about that; I was just so fed up with EVERYTHING all I could do was cry. It felt, like everything bad that could happen to me was happening, NONSTOP! I was just so overwhelmed and tired and just physically, mentally, spiritually drained. I’m pretty sure I cried myself to sleep that night in the hospital. But, it’s weird because the next day I felt so much better. I told my mom, I got the best night of sleep because I didn’t have to wake up constantly to do the antibiotics, the nurses did that. I think my lack of sleep took a big toll on me, so being admitted into the hospital turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I stayed in the hospital for about a week I believe (I’m not sure). At the end, the Infectious Disease Doctor came and told me I had to stay on the antibiotics for another week. So, I go home and all is well until one day when I’m in the room with my mom making jewelry; I all of a sudden start hurting everywhere. I take my pain meds and try to wait it out that night to see if it’ll stop. No such luck, it gets worse, so bad to where my dad had to call an ambulance because I couldn’t even walk. Of course they admitted me (once again). This crisis was real bad, the first few days I couldn’t even walk. Thank God for my dad; he was the one that helped me to the little potty thing I had beside the bed, and I’m 5’10 so that was no easy task. He even came early in the mornings (like 5:30am early). After the first week I was able to get up on my own, then walk all the way to the bathroom. There was one good thing to come out of this, though… The Infectious Disease Doctor came, and told me when I was released I wouldn’t have to go home on antibiotics, the tests came back negative for any signs of the infection!!!!! THANK GOD! I was so happy, I literally starting singing when I told my dad what the Doctor said, nurse in the room and all, lol. In the end, I stayed in the hospital for two weeks. I’ve been out now for a little over two weeks, and couldn’t be happier to finally be off all of those antibiotics. The only thing I have to take constantly is the pill for my blood clot; I’ll have to be on that for three months, but at least it’s just once a day. Now I’m just worried about not having my port, they took the pick-line out when I was released from the hospital, so now if I go into a crisis I’ll have to be stuck over and over again… not looking forward to that at all. At least now that the infection is gone, I can have the port put back in sometime, soon hopefully. So, there you have it! My crazy, at times very scary, journey over the last four or so months. Now do you see why its taken me so long to write a blog?? Well, thanks for reading you guys, I really appreciate it; let me know what you think about all the craziness of my life living with Sickle Cell Disease, in the comments below; and share if you like!! Later Readers!

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My first YouTube video!!

Hey Readers! So, I’ve been wanting to start a YouTube channel for YEARS now; but I was very hesitant about it so I just kept putting it off. When I started this blog, that sort of took my mind off doing vlogs for awhile…but every time I get sick it’s so difficult to write my blogs because of all the pain and medications. So, I finally decided to start making vlogs while in the hospital. It’s much easier to talk to a camera instead of having to compose a blog. I will definitely keep making blogs, but I would LOVE if you all could check out my very first video on YouTube. Don’t laugh at my page y’all, I’m still trying to figure out how to use everything, lol. I wanted y’all to be the first to know, because even though I don’t have a lot of followers, the ones I do have are so supportive. Thank you! Leave your comments under the video, and subscribe. Thanks again, y’all! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFy_SPGPYIo 7686b2024ccd179ef301ed4d50c16c06

Optimistic and Ready For The Future!

Hey Readers, this blog is just going to be a little update of what’s been going on with me lately. Well, as some of you may recall, I was having very bad stomach pains for awhile. It was to the point where I was constantly in the hospital. Well, they finally figured out that it was the medicine they had me on that was causing the problems. Once we got the stomach pains under control, I was actually out of the hospital for a while, and doing good. I was able to finally plan something and not miss it because I was sick. I went to Orlando with my family, for a nice little visit with some of my family there. It was great to finally be out of the hospital, and doing things that are so simple but so enjoyable at the same time. I had a great time there. The day we left, I started hurting, but thankfully it didn’t get bad until after we had made it home. I ended up having to go to the hospital that same night. I’m still in here now, but I’m being released today, finally. I know this is going to sound weird but, I didn’t mind getting sick this time, I was just so thankful that it happened right after my trip to Orlando, and not during. So when the pain started, I just thanked God that He allowed me to enjoy my trip fully and waited until I got home for the crisis to happen. I know that may sound strange, but when you have Sickle Cell you know that a crisis can happen whenever, wherever. So you’re thankful when a crisis doesn’t happen when you’re out at events, or on trips; because you know it easily could have. You have to know which battles to fight. I’m optimistic though, I think that once I’m released from the hospital this time, I won’t be back for awhile. The reason I was in and out of the hospital before, was because of my stomach problems, not necessarily my Sickle Cell pain. So now that that’s taken care of, it should just be my Sickle Cell now, and I’m learning how to manage it better, also. I’ve been drinking lots of fluids, especially water, which I admit, I wasn’t doing before. It amazes me how, just drinking water can help so much in keeping me from getting sick. Whatever will help, I’m down for! So we’ll see what happens; I’m actually excited about the future, which I admit, I haven’t been for awhile now. Only because I was always sick, and not able to do anything. I think things are going to start changing for the better now, and I’m going to take you all along for the ride! Get ready, I can’t wait!

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George Zimmerman Verdict

As you all know, I usually only write blogs about living with Sickle Cell Disease; but this blog is going to be about something completely different. My heart is very, very, heavy right now; which is why I’m up early in the morning writing this blog. As you all know by now, the jury in the George Zimmerman trial came back with a Not Guilty verdict. I’ve been watching the trial from the beginning and I’m disgusted with the Justice System right now. When is it okay for a person (regardless race or gender) to follow a teenager, and ultimately kill him, for absolutely no reason?……I guess the answer to that question is: now. Being a neighborhood watchman did not give him, or anybody else, the right to stalk and kill a person. The major problem I have with this is that the Justice System is supposed to keep stuff like this from happening, not making it easy for people to literally get away with murder. I’m an African American woman that lives in Florida, and I don’t even feel comfortable leaving the safety of my home right now because of the craziness that is going on down here right now. My heart goes out to the family of Trayvon Martin, I can’t imagine what they must be going through right now. I have an older brother, and I worry about him walking the streets of Florida; if George Zimmerman found Trayvon Martin “suspicious” he definitely would have found my brother “suspicious” too, with his long dreads and urban wear; but if he actually took the time to ASK QUESTIONS INSTEAD OF JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS, he would know my brother is a highly educated IT Specialist that works for three different Universities, and a great person. But when you have a person like George Zimmerman, they don’t want to ask questions, they already have their own opinions on people. That was evident in the 911 call, when he called Trayvon a “f*#&ing coon”. Regardless of whether or not Trayvon Martin was beating him up, that still did not give him the right to pull his gun and kill that young man; take your beating and walk away! You followed him, he felt threatened (which anybody would), and he defended himself, simple as that. So now young black men, especially here in Florida, can’t even walk the streets of their own neighborhood, let alone anywhere else, without looking over their shoulders and feeling unsafe. So now it’s a crime to be black?!….. As far as the Prosecution goes…I could write a whole blog on their many flaws, I completely agree with Nancy Grace, when she said it seemed like the Prosecutors just laid down and gave up. To me, all the State did was help the Defense win the trial. I hope the coming days are civil ones, because rioting will do absolutely nothing to help the situation. What’s done, is done, now we need to come together as a people and figure out how to change these laws and the way some people, like George Zimmerman, take advantage of laws like Stand Your Ground. I’ll definitely be praying for the Martin family, and for peace amongst us. R.I.P. Trayvon Martin.

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