Blech

Being sick has become my career.

Hearing from so many others, it seems to be the national pass time lately.

Since July I have struggled. First, I hurt my back in a new! and improved! way.

Then Mother became gravely ill.

My back pain lingered, leaving me in the bed two or three days at a time, including Thanksgiving.

About two weeks before Christmas I got a sinus infection I thought I had whipped, but it turns out it whipped me. Drained into my lungs so that my beautiful lungs became infected.

So, of course, the very strong antibiotics left me with no bacteria.

I have developed what the doctor thinks (test results soon) is colitis caused by the antibiotics.

Isn't that nice?

And what cures it?

Why, an antibiotic, of course.

I am struggling to remain upright as  much as possible, and I don't mean upright in the bathroom. That's no problem.

Maybe after this medication kicks in, I can write about something else.

I have a few funny things stored up, really I do.

But I ain't feeling too funny right now.

Short Story

The short story:

I am stove up, bad.

Yesterday, for the first time in my life, even just before emergency back surgery to keep from being paralyzed (cause who would want that?), I couldn't climb the stairs.

It still hurts today, but not as bad - I stayed zonked on muscle relaxants yesterday, and a little today.

I am about to climb the stairs - carefully! - get ready for bed, and take a muscle relaxant.

We all better hope I am fit as a fiddle by Wednesday, because that is make a wash tub full of dressing under the eagle eye of my mother day, as well as a bunch of other doings to prepare for the big Thursday.

Later, dude.