I have this HUGE staph infection on some decades old scars. I have been tested up the wazoo and all they can come up with is that maybe I’m under too much stress. Ya THINK?
So I’m talking to my really great surgeon about this surgery…which is scheduled for next week—so it’s a pretty high priority for her. She said I could just have a local….and I said, heck no! That HURTS! Put me to sleep. I need some rest. (She can dig deeper if I’m asleep.) So we’re going to do that and then keep me in hospital for a few days on IV antibiotics, since this has been such an ongoing problem, then send me to a rehab place, since t here is no one to take care of me.
I’m still puking and really? I am sick of it. I’ve had to quit drinking fluids and just have ice chips. If I have too much fluid in me and toss my cookies, I screw up my electrolytes. Ice chips are easier on me. Carbs make me sick. Protein makes me sick. Candy makes me sick.
I’m a mess.
But I’m still taking care of the house, the moving, the crew, the squatter (she is enough on her own; every day it is something that involves the SD), the bills and my husband.
If I were my mother, I’d say, “Just stand me up and point me into the fray.”
She must have been exhausted.
So am I.