Well, long story short… last Friday I ended up in the ER with a swollen face and was admitted to the hospital for MRSA and another resistant infection name I can’t recall off the top of my head. I came home today, ate some food and crashed.
Seriously, I’m begining to think I need my own room or something there. Or at least tattoo my vitals QR code to my wrist.
I’ve got a lot to catch up on, including what I was writing. Hope you all are doing well and if you’re in the rainy weather like I am, you’re staying dry.
I hope you’re feeling better! There’s no place like home to recover. My son had MRSA when he was 12. He’ll tell you you he hates going to the doctors now. All the poking and surgery, the medication lines. When I read all the crap you’re going through…I’m thinking you’re a tough woman and you’ll kick all this shit in the ass. Stay positive!
Welcome home, sending love and healing energy. It’s sunny here today in San Jose – finally! – so I’m going for a walk later.
Get Well Soon!!
You’ve had such a rough 8 months or so! You’re always in my thoughts for speedy recovery and lots of kitty and puppy love.