I'm an awful patient. I'm an impatient patient. I'm pretty convinced I'm invincible. And I'm sadly getting older so healing is happening too fucking slow for my liking. The first 36 hours felt like Armageddon in my body, fever, chills, pain, nausea, weakness, the whole shebang. It would take me an hour to recover from the 10 minute drive to drop off the chicks at school. Takes longer in the afternoon because, apparently, sunshine and heat are not my friends.The bottle of antibiotics has two stickers on it: one tells me to drink lots of water, the other tells me to avoid prolonged exposure to direct sunlight. It would seem I'm now a fern.
So today, after a two-hour nap, I got up feeling great-ish. I did some light chores, a couple loads of laundry, emptied the dishwasher, and then went to sweep and Swiffer mop Teen Queen's bedroom floor. It was getting icky. Halfway through sweeping, I started sweating. Then shaking, dizzy, wobbly, little black dots swirling in my peripheral vision. Okay, just a little more and I'll rest before I've got to get the chicks. I finished sweeping and realized that was it, I was done.
I've been on the couch sweating for the last 30 minutes trying to psych myself up for the little trip to the school. What the hell happened to me? I'm the woman who shot Class IV-V rapids at Taos Box two weeks after an emergency c-section. I removed and replaced the hot water heater while suffering from bronchial pneumonia. I sprained my left ankle twice in a month and never used crutches. I'm tougher than nails, harder than concrete, and this stupid little infection is taking me down. I'm so mad and frustrated, and at the same time have no energy or strength to do anything about it.
So just fuckbeans. That is all.