My presence has been sadly lacking again here, but not for lack of posts. Nope, I've been crippled with ... surprise ... another mysterious malady.
A flu so bad that it mad me sob throughout the night.
A grown woman wishing for death. Seriously.
I told CG that childbirth was less painful. Let's not forget I pushed out a 10 lbs. baby au natural.
It's made me moan in my delirious 105.5 degree fever.
It's made me dizzy and hyperventilate for three days. I could swear that there was a three hundred pound man sitting on my chest, my pelvis was being torn apart, and a migraine of all migraines was ripping through my temporal lobe all at once.
Let's not forget the vomit scene at the doctor's office when the tech tried to take my blood pressure.
Never, ever seen a medical assistance exit the room so fast.
That was okay with me. Vomiting in front of another adult besides my husband or my mother, I find, is the absolutely most horrifyingly embarrassing thing one can do.
Due to all that, CG hasn't slept well in the last three days either.
After lots of blood and lab test, a killer dose of antibiotics, anti-nausea meds, and gads of pain killers, now I just sound like a truck stop babe that smokes three packs a day.
This is the first time in five days I've felt up to even opening my laptop. That's a good sign, I think.
Speaking of good signs, the vet called today.
It seems our Frankenstein dog had a close call. The biopsy results were in.
She had two melanomas: One she had for at least 4-5 years and had 2 vets blow off as a mole. The other was the huge one on her chest. It was analyzed as highly aggressive. The cyst on her back, also blown off by the last vet, was carcinoma. The rest were benign.
Why is this good? The vet was able to take wide margins and said none of the tumors had gotten to her bloodstream. So, now we need only use some therapeutic antioxidant supplements.
See, good sign. Maybe, as one of my lovely commenters suggested, eating cancer made the cancer karma go our way.
Thanks for all the comments, you guys.