Update:

 I’m still in the hospital. I had a picc line put in yesterday and , Dude! The guy was so rough! Yes, that line needs to go next to my heart through my arm but it does not need to his my liver too! He just kept jamming it in . The creepy part??? You can FEEL it go into your chest next to your heart. Gross!

So, that means, iv antibiotics at home with a nurse. Ah! The excitement!

The seizure…. Ok, had my brain checked out and it looks like what I had was…. A type of migraine- fainting thing. It’s caused by infected blood strolling through your brain, heart rate being goofy because of sepsis, anemia and… stress.  “You need to lower your stress. You just don’t know when the sepsis will lower your threshold”

Hold up! All I need to do is lower my stress? Well, shit! Why didn’t I think of that?

Ah, I love it when I’m told that.

Otherwise, I’m good. I’m in a good mood. Loving the cooler weather. We’re decorating soon. There aren’t any shorts in my brain waves, which a bonus! And I have people feeding me drugs and meals several times per day. What more can’t you ask for?

Cattails!

Me