I finally got out of the hospital at the end of march. I was continually getting double pneumonia which would lead to pulmonary edema and then to congestive heart failure. Then I fell and hit my head on the patio and got a brain bleed. THANK GOD it resolved on its own and didn't require surgery. However, I had a number nine migraine from Oct 22nd until December 24th. They tried everything to break it and what finally worked was 20mgs of diazepam and two tylenol. After about 24 hours my headache resolved so I got to come home for Christmas. Unfortunately two days later I went back into heart failure and was back in the hospital. In the meantime AFTER being readmitted I found out my ex had not paid rent for two months and I was evicted from my very nice apartment. Plus he hadn't paid any of the bills an had emptied both my checking and savings accounts. They transferred me to a convascent home with a PT facility so I could get my strength back. My ex had two months notice of when the Sheriff was going to change the locks officially. He waited till the last day so I lost everything, all of my furniture, all of my clothes. My two little dogs were placed in the dog pound and I was basically homeless. They let me stay an extra 6 weeks so I could save up my money to move to assisted living. It cost 1,100.00 to get my dogs out of the pound. But the worst part is that they placed my daughter in a private group home. They said my illness prevented me from proprely caring for her and my ex couldn't afford to get a suitable place for them to live since he doesn't like to work. My daughter is 19 years old but she's special needs and is mentally more like an 11 to 13 year old. I am now living in a Senior independent living facility. I had to move from Orange County to Riverside County. So I have to get all new doctors and Home Health staff. I get PT and OT and a weekly nurse visit. It's really a lovely place and best of all they are ordering me my own coagucheck so can monitor my PT/INR. I was so devastated over all the changes in my life. I was agoraphobic for 7 years and didn't leave my apartment. Now I'm thrust into this environment where I'm forced to be social. It's been a very hard adjustment for me. Especially having nothing but a hospital bed and a chair and TV and only two sets of pjamas to wear. But God has really blessed me in so many ways; rent includes all utilities and cable and all of my meals. The staff is terrific aND every one I've met has been very nice. I've been blessed with donations of clothes and I'm finally able to relax a little. I miss my daughter but as bad as it sounds I'm relieved that I only have me to take care of. She's happy in the group home, there are only six patients and they each have their own nurse. She's enrolled in a fabulous transition program to teach her daily living skills so she can eventually move into assisted living or independent living. She Training right now for an electric wheelchair. She wants to stay there which helps with my guilt of not being able to care for her properly. I really need a great big group hug and lots of prayers that I can get over my anxiety. I thank you for letting me ramble on but I've been quite traumatied and just needed to get it off my chest. Thank you. I love you all good night. It's 3:46a.m. here.