Sorry...

I am really sorry for neglecting this blog and all my friends here. It's been a tough few months.

The good news is I've been in Minnesota since Sunday and so far so good.Piper is the best baby. She never cries. Always greets me with a big toothless smile.

My son upon meeting me at the airport didn't recognize me. "Mom you don't look like you, you are so tiny. I've been called a lot of things in my life but tiny was never one of them. As to date I have lost 55 pounds. My son is meeting with his gastric-by-pass team Dec. 1, 2008. Seeing me doing so well has encouraged him. I told him the surgery will save his life. I am so glad I can be here to help him.

Awww Piper is calling me and that is why I am here...

I wonder how Bruce is living it up without me?

I Spoke Too Soon

I spoke too soon. I was running a low grade fever. My primary care doc said to come in. I went in. I gave blood and urine. Doc tells me you have a UTI from being catheterized from surgery. OK. He puts me on Cipro for 5 days...500 mg once in the morning and once at night.

After 5 days I become deathly ill. Admit right to the hospital ill. 102.9 fever ill. Want to die ill. C-diff ill.

This is the second time I have gotten this illness from antibiotics. Seems from now until the rest of my life I can't take antibiotics without a course of treatment for C-diff first and probiotics.

The 7 days I was in the hospital I was under quarantine. My doc didn't visit me once. Not once. Do you know why? I do. Assfuck. I blew out 5 IV lines and was not a model patient. Because of breast removal and lymph node removal I'm what they call a hard stick. They can't touch my right arm at all so you can imagine my left arm...if not here are some photos. I got home yesterday and I'm so weak and nauseated and my hair is falling out by the handfuls and I'm not a real happy camper right now. I have tied a knot in my rope and I'm hanging on.