I just finished watching the final president debate, and it was … something. I won’t bore those that read this with my thoughts about tonights debate, as I don’t want to really post anything about my political views on Living Like A Boss, but it was sure interesting.
This is an election worth watching, and it has not failed to disappoint. Obama and Romney both came out swinging, but I still believe that each presidential candidate should be allowed to enter the debate stage with music fit for the World Wrestling Federation and pyrotechnics exploding. That would make this election truly American.
Now for some other news regarding my admission to the hospital.
After a long morning of calling, being told I would receive a call back shortly, waiting, calling back, being told the person who was to call me was on break, waiting, calling back, being told someone would get back to me, waiting, calling, person who was to call me is on another break, waiting.
I received a call from the hospital.
I received a call today from my hematologist, and it looks like I will be admitted this Sunday to begin the ATGAM treatment. I still have to phone Kelowna General Hospital admitting to confirm there is still a bed available for me first thing Monday morning, but if all goes well, I will be admitted in the afternoon.
Bacon and Cheese on top of hamburger meat grilled to perfection and then stuck between two buns. The only thing that compares to this wonderful invention is the taco, but talking about my love and adoration for taco’s is best saved for a better day.
The bacon cheeseburger is my comfort food when I’m feeling low, and amazingly when I’m getting bouts of nausea.
I have not heard anything yet from the hospital about when I may be admitted, and I’m getting a little tired of ranting about it here. If you’ve read my previous posts, you already know about the frustration I’ve been dealing with in regards to my ATGAM treatment for Aplastic Anemia.
Sometime Tuesday or Wednesday of this week, the ATGAM medication had been approved, meaning that I’ll be admitted very soon to the hospital. I’m assuming I’m waiting for a bed to be opened for me at the hospital, although, the communication from my hematologist‘s office is still leaving something to be desired.