I am having a bit of trouble typing and remembering words,
so - 1. I can’t promise this will make much sense
and - 2. that I will ever finish or even publish it.
If I am being completely honest, this is a fairly miserable deal I’ve gotten myself into.
Those pesky little ticks that I grew up with ........
I’d like to line them all up, like a firing squad deal,
and blow them away with a pressure washer.
Or maybe a hand grenade.
Nope. Forget all that.
Jack Bauer ........ if only he were around 25 years ago.
MacGyver just wouldn’t have quite cut it.
So, I guess we are well past the ticks.
They bit me and we are onto treatment as you know.
A little catch-up if you’ve just joined us.
We just started month three of a 6 to 12+ month treatment.
I have a central line in my chest.
I have a wonderful nurse named Christina who I can call at anytime and she helps me out.
Each month they change the protocol of my drugs.
This month I am taking 3 IV doses of 2 separate antibiotics.
I am also on 4 other oral antibiotics, as well as a conglomeration of about 75 other pills,
most of which I can’t pronounce, but it’s fun to try :o)
They warned me this was going to be the roughest month so far.
They were correct.
I have pretty bad days, with some good pockets mixed in.
I have a walker to get to the bathroom.
I have a wheelchair for if I go out.
My momma is here right now, and what can I say, there is nothing better than that.
I have an amazing husband who works non-stop taking care of the kids, doing my job and his.
He doesn’t get enough credit.
I have my Melody. She is here whenever she isn’t working and she does everything she can to help out.
I am mostly irrational, crying, laughing, sleeping, or medicating, so come by anytime if that sounds like a good time to you. :o)