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 A little over two weeks of black box antibiotics and I’m still sick and in pain. Trying to stay positive!!! 

Other things have been going very well which makes me happy. It’s fall. That makes me happy! We’re going to put up our Christmas stuff this week and that too makes me happy!!

Here are some updates that are trying to drown me.

Can’t beat this infection and it’s sucking the life out of me.

I have acquired a new infection as well, because why limit them? And that has a way of trying to crush morale.

The 11th was my OM’s birthday. That was difficult. No contact. No birth story on here.

No grand babies.

I’ve had yet another doctor quit. Leaving practice. Is it me? Am I the drama? I don’t think I’m the drama. 😏

But, I made reservations at Ruth’s Chris for Thanksgiving. Holidays are gonna be different up in here now. What the husband and I like and want to do. A lot more me me me and a lot less jumping through hoops, walking on eggshells and much less stomach churning dread. Now THAT sounds like a holiday! That makes me happy.

Pickles:

 yes, you read that right. I have found my pickle heaven and I’m not gonna lie, this makes me crazy happy!

Let me explain….. There was a restaurant in the falls that bought their pickles from a food truck and they kept it a deep dark secret who this food truck was. I have literally driven to the Falls to buy these pickles. They are sweet pickles which I have ALWAYS  loathed! But there’s just something different…..

Restaurant closed and I have bought every brand of pickles in the known world….. Or had I?

So, I’m grocery shopping online through Amazon and Whole Foods when I type in pickles, because I’m like a dog with a bone, and there, before my eyes is Famous Dave’s pickles. I’m wracking my brain, like THEE Famous Dave’s? Have I ever eaten a pickle there? Nothing. My brain is in neutral. I decide that it can’t hurt to try, right?

They’re being delivered at 7 pm that night and I watch the clock, tick tick….

I get the message that they’re outside my door and I’m like a kid at Christmas. Could my hunt be over? Is this too much to hope for? Will I be broken into a million pickle craving pieces?

The husband says he will open the jar and get me one to try and……

The clouds opened up and a ray of sunlight fell onto the half of a pickle chip tucked between my fingers in all its sweet and spicy glory. Amen, thank you, Jesus. I can die now.

I finished the jar in two days. TWO.

I rush ordered two more jars. I am literally eating them, not with, but FOR, every meal. 10 pickle chips. They are nearly as crispy as the day that divine cucumber went into that jar!

IT TAKES NEARLY NOTHING TO MAKE ME HAPPY!!!!

Welp, there’s my adventure for the day. Wasn’t that a rollercoaster…. Of sorts….

Cattails to you!

Me