I've started this post every day for a week. The opening paragraph was an anecdote about my last ride in an ambulance... in August. Or the people I met during my first hospital stay... in June. Once, I wrote about how much I dread summer because at least one person I love almost dies. But I could barely get beyond it.
My words have gone missing. I wish it had to do with perfectionism...
I still feel icky. I will feel this way for a while longer. Don't worry, if I stay on top of things, I should be O.K. but I haven't produced much work. Even my Twitter account is lonely.
My medical provider told me today I could end up back in the hospital by the weekend if the current antibiotic doesn't work.
I'm binge-watching Criminal Minds and trying to autopilot life until I get a handle on things. I'm sorry I'm not here much. I don't want to list everything going on with me here but you can e-mail if you really want to know.
Again, nothing fatal.
I'm sure I'll find my words soon... I hope I will.
I hope you feel better soon! The words will return; illness saps enjoyment from everyone.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteI hope all is well for you. See the Northern Lights for me this year.
Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I hope the antibiotics will indeed work and you'll be able to avoid any more hospital visits. Wishing you good health. :) Hang in there. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteThanks, Leigh!
DeleteI've avoided the hospital so far but we'll see what happens when I'm tested again.