Today

 I’m home with a nurse. Sleeping. Lots of drugs and iv fluid. Resting. Much better rest than the hospital. You don’t appreciate being able to get out of bed without taking off the machines that keep your blood moving through your legs to prevent clots. Now I’m getting shots.  Something so little that I’m grateful for. 

I’m not as stupid today but my oxygen is still mid 80’s. Steroids make me want to kick kittens for the few minutes I’m awake. I’ve lost 16 lbs. Struggling for air, the new Keto Diet. 

I have a chair system set up throughout the house. I’m a fainting goat and the last straw was cracking my head on the corner of the bed and being out for 20 seconds. it was the cracking my head one more time that broke the camels back. Heads can only take so much, I suppose. I woke to my husband and nurse yelling my name. They set up a system to get me around. Oxygen is highly underrated. I do breathing treatments every two hours. My head looks like I box for a living. I got black eyes in the hospital so I’m looking rough.

My taxed immune system is my hard working little buddy right now. Keep praying, hoping, wishing, that it keeps chugging. Grateful for that too and hospital care that was exceptional. When your family can’t be allowed in, they step up and go above and beyond, at least where I was. I had five assigned caregivers that rotated every 30 minutes and each one was as kind as could be. 

I have to survive this. 

I will update as I can. Eventually I hope to share my story.

Tracy