Hi All;
I am just soooooo tired.
You know me. I get migraines, and have broken an untold # of vertebrae. Rarely do I get truly "sick". (Yeah well, so much for that record).
I am not sure what kind of bug I have picked up, but it has been unrelenting this week... Fever- chills, 100 times over- and back again. I do believe that with all the barfing I have done my back will never ever feel better or heal properly.
About the only thing that stays down is the Zofran- (and that melts under my tongue for Gods sake). When I asked for a refill on the Zofran, I told the gal at the dr.s office that if I felt no better by today I will be making an appointment to come in. I will sleep some more and see how I feel when/(if?) I wake.
Past myself... Casey's surgery is scheduled for the 19th. I swear to God that i would have her out her to take care of me, or even to help me out if she wasn't in so much pain herself. (She is also on antibiotics for infection).
Additionally, she is one Lantus once more- as her blood sugars have been soaring...
Besides wanting my mom back to take care of me for a few days, (yes, really), I received news of a childhood/teenage friend of ours (neighbor kids n me). Scott passed away on Wednesday, very unexpectedly.
Scott's a doctor- His wife found him on the couch, passed, apparently of a heart attack.
It is a godawful awakening that people I know and care for, (and my age) are dying unexpectedly.
It is just so wrong. And very sad too.
Hard to be adjusting, esp. given the fact that many of us, (me included), are just now accepting and still adjusting to the fact that we are the mom/dad generation, since our parents have gone and the generational torch has been handed to us.
The news, when Koreen had called on Wednesday afternoon- Odd though, given the content of the phone call, it was still nice to hear her voice. I ran into her a while back at Wally World, introducing her to Brad (my grandson Isaiah's father). She lives quite near to Casey and Greg. I will make a note to stop one day if I do not see her on Saturday. (If I am up to going that is).
My sister Barbara wrote and will be up in Sault Ste Marie- Wish I could go and see her, but only in my dreams.
Another of my sisters has just been diagnosed with COPD. She has never ever smoked!
Life is not fair.
My title above does not give this entry the justice it deserves.
This has been sheer hell all the way around.
Time for me now to lie down and try to sleep once more. I guess you could say I lied earlier, not that I meant to, but clearly my Zofran is NOT working.
Maybe later to call the doctor. This really is quite awful.
More importantly, please keep Casey and my sister in your thoughts...
XOXO
me
PS
Gritter~Baby!!!
Your deer called.
They would like you to come and get their apples when you can... While the pears are dimpled and weird this year, I told them there were lots of Macintosh, and they are very pleased and excited. hehehe
Love you guys!
