I’m home.

 I have a nurse, IV antibiotics, oxygen, pain meds…..

~~I get knocked down but I get up again, ain’t nothin gonna keep me down.~~

It’s been a week? Right!? I mean, not a good week but a WEEK. I can’t remember a lot of it but I can tell by my arms that I was either in the hospital or fist fighting my demons. Drugged up? Yes. Sad about that? No. That’s the kind of mental vacation this girl needed, just check the fuck out. I wish it hadn’t come with all the other stuff though.

Last Wednesday I told my husband that I could smell sepsis. It’s a gift, thank you. And then Thursday I had excruciating pain in my flank. I used a heating pad and got some sleep, woke up, took a shower, packed a bag, the husband came home, I told him to get some rest after dinner because I couldn’t take much more. I began to get a fever, feel sick, cold sweats, headache…. Just NOT the best party. At 5 am I woke up the husband and told him that I needed to go ASAP. 

As soon as my blood test results came in I needed an ICU bed… antibiotic resistant bacteria, septic shock etc…

Spent nine hours in the bed I like to call Torture From The Depths Of Hell. No beds available. Get your vaccine bitches! Speaking of that, guy in his 50’s rolled by me on a stretcher wearing oxygen mask joking about how’s he’s finally been made to wear a mask…. A teen girl screaming for her mother because mom had Covid, girl had to leave her, girl yelling “ I can’t live without my mom. I don’t know how to do things.”

I was given no food, no water… The ER sucks and was overwhelmed. Then transferred by ambulance to a different hospital. And compared to the ER, it was like being gently placed on a cloud. A medicated cloud. 

Anyway, I’m tough. I’ve got some extra stuff to go through, I guess. I always power through the stuff. I’ve got to stay sassy and quirky! It’s mah job !

Ps: on a side note, neither one of my two oldest children called to check on me. Let that sink in. 

Me