The day started off roughly, as I was hurting getting out of bed. There are mornings, when I need help to the bathroom, mimicking the actions of a 90 year old. I do hope that does not offend any of my readership who are coming into their 90s and doin' just fine.
After I was sent for a ultrasound of my internal GI organd. My mouth and tongue so swollen from mouth sores, it was difficult to speak. I lay flat on my back for an one and a half , trying to answer questions about my gut.
This is difficult with fluid on the lungs and when my pain button Is out of reach. By the time I got up satirs and back to my bed, I was crying trying to hit the pain control button as off as I could.
I know, I know, where's the good day.
Well, while my doctor came back in to say I did have as infection in my blood, he felt that we would have it under control. He had Infectious Diseases called in. They are going to examine to find out more about the fungas and what specific drug will treat it. In the meantime, my kidneys are holding up to the big guns they are firing at, as it my one IV.
Also I don't feel sick. It tells me that my mind body and soul are holding up well. There are definitely moments of scared tears, but is wonderful support here, so a few tears are overcome quickly.
One of the compromises I'm making? I will take as many of my medications through my mouth as possible. This big anti fugal tends to "waste" potassium, essentially pulling great amounts of it out. Now potassium by IV sucks. It burns and irratates the vein horribly.
And this my dear friends is where I salute my fraternity brothers and sister's and any Slav who has drank with me. I owe you a debt of gratitude. Shooting liquid potassium is much like shooting a nasty bar-made shot. It BURNS!!!! But I feel I have been made ready by these old occasions of saluting good health or an ex-boyfieids new- found, ill-health
The rest of the day passed quietly with Auntie Linda. I even got a back massage from physio. I had a lovely time chatting my aunt and David as well. When bed-time rolled around, I was tucked in snug by my lovely night nurse. And even treated with cookies at 2.A.M.
This morning I am awake, painfree and watching a sunrise over Calgary.
I hope each one of you has a great day and I will post tomorrow.
Love and hugs
E
PS.here are some pics I received from lovely friends and proof for Ihor that my hair really is mostly gone, not just shaved.
Proof for Ihor
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