When I thought about writing this post I thought that I'd jokingly start it by saying that I should have been more specific with my prayers.
I prayed that I would be better for Christmas and I got my wish.
Maybe you can see where this is going.
|Does anyone remember "Sadie frowns?" They actually|
predated Grumpy James. I'm breaking one out
for this post.
I told myself that it was just psychosomatic, and that I was only feeling tired because I was worried that it was coming back.
By the next day it was a little bit clearer that it was more than that.
And yesterday I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.
I called the doctor's office and asked to make an appointment with my doctor. I was informed that my doctor didn't have any appointments until February. I asked to make one in February, and thought to myself that it was likely that I'd still be feeling like this, then. Actually February was out too because... he was retiring. I actually cried then, tears, because I felt like he was the only person at the office who actually believed me.
The receptionist, bless her heart, went above and beyond in convincing me to make an appointment, since I was more of less ready to give up and curl up in a corner somewhere and wait for whatever was going to happen next.
|A Maggie Frown too?|
I don't think Maggie Frowns were ever a thing around here.
When the doctor arrived he went over the chart briefly, and asked a few questions and pointed out that I'd come in for a fever and here I was without a fever, because of course when I got to the office it was one of those moments when the generally low fever ended up measuring 98.5.
I lasted a solid ten seconds before I broke down in tears, managing to explain that I was crying because at this point I I'd been sick for so long and after the last appointment I really felt like no one believed me and everyone thought I was just crazy coming back over and over for a cold.
|It took me so long to find a picture of Patch not smiling that I began to wonder|
if one actually existed.
"And when the other doctor ordered the Z-Pack, I know it was just to humor me, and she said not to take it," I half gasped the words, since I was talking so fast, "but of course I did, because I was desperate, so desperate, for anything, and it made me better, so much better and I was up and running around and I felt like myself all day long. And then I finished them. And now I'm sick again. And everything hurts."
I'm not as tired as I was before, but it gets worse every single day.
|I knew James wouldn't let me down with a frown (or a hundred)|
to lighten the mood.
So now we're waiting on the blood culture they took tonight, along with a lot of other blood work, and a referral to infectious disease to try to work out if this is some sort of bacteria in my blood from that filling back in November.
|Tess also doesn't really frown because she has her thumb.|
So after looking through hundreds of Tessie pictures... this is as close as it gets.
I think that's a good thing.
And that is the latest. I guess that was a long way of saying I am sick again and would love and appreciate your prayers.
The last weeks break was lovely... and I wish I was not writing this.