Twenty four hours after my trip to the hospital for my surgical followup I am SICK! I’ve been hit with a some kind of bug that has knocked me on my ass. I can’t keep anything down other than small sips of water to stave off dehydration. It’s nasty. I spent six hours on the bathroom floor last night and almost as many today. I do not have a fever, otherwise I would call my doctor, just severe pain and burning in my abdomen and  extreme nausea. I must have picked up something at the hospital as I haven’t been anywhere else. Tuesday’s outing was my “big day out”. Pretty sad that just going to a hospital is dangerous. It’s not the patients that I caught something from, it’s the people visiting. Even though you can’t go more than a few feet without seeing a hand sanitizer, but there are a lot of people who just don’t understand that their lackadaisical attitude can cause a lot of harm.

I was fortunate enough to not have had to endure chemo and radiation. My mother did when battling her breast cancer and it is a terrible ordeal. Your immune system is completely compromised and keeping germs at bay is imperative. I was certainly feeling rundown when I went to see my surgeon on Tuesday. It’s only been two weeks post op so I am struggling with energy levels and managing pain. Unfortunately with this new hiccup, I am unable to take my meds as I can’t keep anything down and each pill requires that I take it with food. So now I am not only dealing with projectile puking everytime I try to eat or drink, I am dealing with the pain that wretching causes in my chest and back. Have I mentioned that I’m sick of being SICK!? I mean seriously. If I wasn’t feeling so crappy I’d laugh. It really is farcical. What else can go wrong?

Oh shit…I hear the porcelain throne calling my name. Wish me luck.

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