Well, I thought I was feeling better but it was only wishful thinking on my part. This week has been my sickest one yet and I was feeling pretty gruesome. You see, I was caught in a strange stomach cycle. Not a bizarre love triangle like I always wanted to be part of in the 80’s but a tummy twister of sorts. One of those things where your stomach feels bad so you don’t eat and it gets irritated, then you try to eat and it fights back and gets even more irritated. You are screwed if you do and even more if you don’t. As a result I felt sick all the time, couldn’t eat or keep much down and slowly started getting VERY dehydrated. I finally dragged my liquid free ass into the doc on Wednesday and he freaked. I am the proud owner of very nice strong new meds and am feeling a bit better. I can get fluids down (and keep them down) and am starting to look a little human again.
By the sheer luck that I am deep down crazy I managed to stay out of the hospital because my doctor knew my anxiety disorder would go through the roof if he sent me to the Emergency Room. I was pale, dizzy, weak, 11 lbs lighter and possibly going into kidney failure. But I got my warning. Insanity aside if I did not improve in 24 hours it was to the hospital I go.
Don’t worry. I improved. I have been drinking my little heart out. So that is why you have not really seen me lurking about too much lately. No head crushing today either. The cat officially has more body strength than I do right now.
I should be back to my old self by next week. In the mean time I snooze, and sleep and slumber because the drugs tell me to.