Kat's Blog
Friday, November 22, 2013
Cover Reveal!
Oh my god! This is my first ever cover done by Lex Valentine and I am so over the moon. Love Potion #9.5, coming December 27th from Muse It Up Publishing now has an awesome cover. What do you think?
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Scare Of A Lifetime
Yesterday was the day from hell. I got a major scare that almost brought me and my mom to our knees. Let me explain. Yesterday my mom was scheduled for her first post-op check-up with the doctor after her spinal surgery.
At the same time I was scheduled to go to Urgent Care because my foot and the entire leg up to the knee has been swelling. Our appointments were at the same time, but I was due to get home before her. We both use handicapped transpo. I was due home at 11 am.
Now, of all the things they could have said what was wrong with my foot, the one thing they came up with hand NEVER crossed my mind. I had surgery on my left ankle back in 2001 and it never healed right so I figured it was something to do with that. Nope.
The doctor came back, pressed on my leg and made me yelp in pain, then said it could be one of two things. Either it was a really bad sprain, or I had a blood clot in my leg. I heard blood clot and my brain shut down. Panic set in.
Instead of my going home, they called my bus and arranged for it to take me to the hospital so my leg could be checked out with an ultrasound. They call it a Venus Study. I now knew I wouldn't be home before my mom. And I'd forgotten my damn cell so I couldn't call her and explain what was happening.
So there I am at the hospital, sent up to the 3rd floor, the cardiovascular section, sitting in the waiting room trying desperately not to cry. I get called back, have the test, but no results. I call a cab to come get me and take me home knowing full well when the results came in I'd be returning to the hospital if it was a clot.
I didn't get home until 2:45 in the afternoon. Mom was home and in a panic because I wasn't. When she saw me pull up in a cab she knew something was really wrong. Then I told her. We didn't get the call with the results until nearly 7 pm. Both of us spent all the time simply praying.
Good news is, I don't have a blood clot. It's a bad sprain. But I never ever want to go through a day like yesterday again. Neither of us do.
At the same time I was scheduled to go to Urgent Care because my foot and the entire leg up to the knee has been swelling. Our appointments were at the same time, but I was due to get home before her. We both use handicapped transpo. I was due home at 11 am.
Now, of all the things they could have said what was wrong with my foot, the one thing they came up with hand NEVER crossed my mind. I had surgery on my left ankle back in 2001 and it never healed right so I figured it was something to do with that. Nope.
The doctor came back, pressed on my leg and made me yelp in pain, then said it could be one of two things. Either it was a really bad sprain, or I had a blood clot in my leg. I heard blood clot and my brain shut down. Panic set in.
Instead of my going home, they called my bus and arranged for it to take me to the hospital so my leg could be checked out with an ultrasound. They call it a Venus Study. I now knew I wouldn't be home before my mom. And I'd forgotten my damn cell so I couldn't call her and explain what was happening.
So there I am at the hospital, sent up to the 3rd floor, the cardiovascular section, sitting in the waiting room trying desperately not to cry. I get called back, have the test, but no results. I call a cab to come get me and take me home knowing full well when the results came in I'd be returning to the hospital if it was a clot.
I didn't get home until 2:45 in the afternoon. Mom was home and in a panic because I wasn't. When she saw me pull up in a cab she knew something was really wrong. Then I told her. We didn't get the call with the results until nearly 7 pm. Both of us spent all the time simply praying.
Good news is, I don't have a blood clot. It's a bad sprain. But I never ever want to go through a day like yesterday again. Neither of us do.
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