I’m still alive.
Feels like I wouldn’t be if the universe had its way the last few weeks, though. It started with a pretty hard concussion to the head – mostly because I am a massive klutz. I pushed on through, because I am too stubborn to say “you know, this might be a concussion?”
It went something like this:
Head meet door jamb. Oh, hai door jamb! DOOR JAMB SMASH! Lump on forehead. Stars. Ice pack. My fellow klutzes know the feels.
Anyway, got myself past this and then by the end of the week before last I was noticing I had what seemed to be a spider bite on my back, near my shoulder. Finally gave in a week later and went to the hospital, had a small seizure and passed out, and then found out post blood work it was not a bug bite, it was an abscessed cyst. So yeah, roughly an hour later, face-down on a stretcher with a wound on my back. They wanted to make sure it would heal so they gave me seven days of some extra strength antibiotics, which around five days in, made me so ill that I needed to stop them. My back is healing, thanks to the assistance of my better half, so it’s okay for me to stop the antibiotics.
I just want off this damned ride.
I feel like it’s been a two week stint on the Gravitron.
My back hurts, I want to puke, and the operator left days ago.