Day 3 in solitary confinement.
CF knocked me down pretty hard yesterday. Face first to the canvas I fell. I remember the doctor coming in and not being able to open my eyes. I remember the two hours it took to get the Tylenol to me. And the hour waiting for it to calm the fever. I forgot I had two of my own with me.
It is difficult to reach for the water bottle when you being pummeled.
In the morning, I worked as much as I could. After the Tylenol kicked in, I got some more work done. Nutshell version: woke up, worked, passed out face down, worked, bedtime. Oh, and I watched Top Gear episodes to escape reality.
Sunny warm, tasty goodness touched my heart when I saw the comments to my post about going to jail. There are good people in this world and they all read my blog. 🙂 Thank you to anyone who visits. Clearly, the Internet crashed and my site was the only one still working.
Today, I got a shiny new midline. Cipro is so caustic to my veins, I am surprised it doesn’t smoke when it infuses. That would be cool – smoky, steaming veins, Vampire-like. “Yo, Unknown, you on Cirpo?” “Sure am, Bob. Can’t wait ’til it gets dark and I can go outside.”
I forgot to bring antiperspirant. Oops. That didn’t stop a female doctor from giving me a hug today, which surprised me. But then again, I am a big Care Bear and people can’t resist me. On on my big white belly isn’t a rainbow, or a heart. No, I think you know what message is printed there. I’m the Care Bear that was edited out of the show. I’m the Care Bear known as. (Do I have to write it for you?)