the hosptial...again....

Once again, sorry for not writing in a while. A lot has been going on - mainly at work - and to be honest I just don't want to talk about work here! But this past week I started getting short of breath. I almost thought it was anxiety over things happening at work, and then it didn't go away when things started getting better. I also knew my thyroid was REALLY out of whack. Don't know if I have ever explained this before - but when I was in the hospital the first time and they realized my thyroid was off we determined that the thyroid was causing my emotional issues (well, some of them :) ) At that time I was EXTREMELY emotional and could cry at the drop of a hat. Then I got on meds and I couldn't cry if I wanted to. This past month it got really bad again. So I knew it was off when i basically would cry over anything. You could look at me funny and that would set me off...and once it started, there was no faucet to turn it off.
So the shortness of breath started and the racing hearts (both signs of my thyroid condition) and I thought it was just that. So I called my friend SM (one of the original 2 from the first hospital visit - she already knew the drill) and she brought me up here. They figured it was the thyroid but then the blood work came back funny showing high levels of something that indicates blood clots. They immediately sent me for a cat scan that showed I had blood clots in my arteries by my heart. A little scary, yes, but they said that they could treat it with medicine and they would admit me to get it under control. So here I am, holed up in a hospital room hooked up to blood thinners.
Last night was awful - there were no rooms in the inn so they kept me in the ER. Just so you know, there is no bathroom in ER rooms, so if you have to go (and after being hooked up to an IV that is inevitable) you have to walk down the hall way in your nice gown, flashing everyone. (and this time, unlike last time, i wore more "appropriate" underwear - trying not to flash everyone!) I finally got in a room at around 11:30 last night - then they had to get me settled, then they said they had to take blood at 12:30....which becuase I have these awesome veins that want to play hide and seek (which they hide and the nurses have to seek) that took an hour. Then i slept...till they came back at 5:30 this morning for 9 viles of blood. yes, I said 9. Let's say they poked me 3 times and with the 2 times from last night and 2 times from the ER and the 2 different IV's I've had - I look like a heroin addict on the left arm. And now the bruising has begun.
I'm finally in my room (thank god they gave me a "private room - mainly because the hosptial is really full) and am hanging out - watching TV and fielding tons of phone calls and such. That and draining a bag of blood thinners! Hoping those get into the system so that I can start the other meds and get out of here faster!!!
I'm really fine...a little freaked out - more by what could have happened if we didn't catch it than what happens going forward - which as I understand it is medicine and watching it! So at least that is better!!! I'll update more later!