Thursday, September 10, 2009
Well, it has been 5 weeks of illness; germs followed my baby girl home from the school and attached themselves to moi. I have a diagnosis of bronchitis, but fear, fear, fear, the run amuck villain, swine flu. The doc and I are attempting to "kill" this with a second round of antibiotics, (could this one be any stronger than the last?), and the various other palliative care treatments. I am exhausted to the literal point of tears.
Tomorrow, I look forward to yet another blood draw to test for the good ol' villain at the local hospital. Yes, I am being cynical, but one would not have to see too far to notice that I am wanting desperately for some semblance of my life returned to me. I want to feel well enough, to not just walk from one side of my home to the other, but to be able to steadily leave the house in search of something thats makes me smile. I'm not feeling hopeful after 5 wks, needless to say.
Tomorrow, I also will very much miss my community of potter friends at my local clay center of which I have been a joyful member for many years. Clay makes me smile, but I will have to wait for that pleasure along with many others for now.
Wish me well on my quest to beat the bronchitis or the "villain" if that's the case. Diabetes, asthma, and the relentless PTSD are hanging tightly by my side, jumping in every now and then to put their "two cents" in...I've stopped listening for just a while, back to bed.
Posted by Victoria Hart at 11:58 PM