Sorry that I’ve been AWOL these past few weeks, but I’ve been in the hospital. I mentioned the One Eyed Purple People Eater, that lovely blood blister that had formed on my hip. Well, while Dr. Webber was trying to get a sample of it, that sucker burst. Made quite the mess in his examination room. Surgery was called for and I ended up in the hospital for nearly 2 weeks because of the raging infection they found. I tell ya, all this crap just keeps getting better and better.
So, anyway, I’m now home, hooked into i.v.s with antibiotics that’s doing all sorts of nasty things to my lower GI system. Got a meeting with Dr. Weber and Dr. Brommitte set for Monday morning and we’ll see how the infection faired. The strength is rising every day, as is my general well being. Off of work for the time being, but now that I’m feeling quite a bit better and more than half-way human, I’m going to try to go to work just a week after this coming Monday, if only to see how well I handle it. Bossman will be out of the office a good part of the day, so I should be able to ease my way back into the routine.
On to why “It Happens To The Best Of Us” … I had a little pity party a couple of weeks ago, on a Saturday evening. Granted it was late, I was hurtin’, and I was alone … so I indulged. A few tears were shed, a few “why me’s”, and the big question of whatever I did to deserve what life has handed out, hadn’t I atoned for it yet? Apparently not. However, I’m done feelin’ sorry for myself and ready to face anything else thrown in my general direction.
Indulging once in awhile if perfectly fine … as long as you don’t build it into a habit.
And remember to repeat after me …“YOU ARE A CANCER WARRIOR”