Typically, when a blogger stops writing for a while it means one of two things: (a) they can’t think of anything interesting to write, or (b), they’ve become too busy with other things to keep up. My reason is (b). Surprise! My PICC line is out, I’m off of all antibiotics and I’m gaining some energy which has enabled me to get out and start living just a little bit. I’m web designing again, cleaning and organizing, dating frequently, going shopping and out for coffee dates with friends. Granted, I’m using a wheelchair for shopping and I crash horribly when I come home from an outing, but hey! I’m doing these things! And it feels amazing.I got my PICC removed on the 20th of February, so a little over two weeks ago. Everything went extremely well and my arm is healing beautifully. I have a small scar where the incision was made and once in a while my skin will flare up where the patch was but I’m keeping it constantly moisturized because it’s super dry and delicate right now, like new skin that’s never experienced anything since it’s been covered for eight months.
I’m seeing a new naturopathic doctor to see if he can offer any fresh insight. I’ve only seen him once but he seems very knowledgeable and eager to help. Although I’ve gained some energy by being off of the antibiotics, it’s hard to tell if they actually helped or if my body was just being so beaten up by them that the relief from going off has lifted my spirits and energized me a bit. I’m not sure. But now that I’ve tasted freedom I want more. And more. I want to taste, experience, engage, feel, live!
My new doctor told me I have not one, but two infections going on. Well, I’m used to being told something more is wrong than what I was aware of, so I took it like the Lyme warrior I am. He then proceeded to tell me that he usually doesn’t try to tackle patients that have multiple infections but he thinks he can help me. He’s aware that I have Lyme, but we haven’t put our finger on the other culprit yet, if it is a big one. However, I am so ready just to bury this Lyme and spit on its grave. Okay, that wasn’t very ladylike, but honestly, if it could be done, I’d do it. And gladly, with a sardonic grin on my face. So now with this other infection, if Lyme doesn’t beat me it sure isn’t going to, so as the song goes, I’d “better tell the gravedigger that he’d better dig two.” It’s going to be a double funeral.
Song lyrics from The Band Perry “Better Dig Two“0