Believe me, if you’ve had the day I’ve had your face would look just as unflattering.
Last night after Happy had yet another wake up-and-puke-everywhere attack, I thought I could conquer pretty much anything that came my way. After all, I did just leap into action, move my comforter and his dog bed out of the way in grand flurry of motion before he could spew kibble and bits onto any unwashable fabric.
But alas, there are some things I can’t change–as R.J keeps reminding me.
And one of those things–is this dang sinus infection that I just can’t seem to shake for the past few…years.
Ha–has it really been that long already? Guess so.
Back in the hospital today getting some IV-style antibiotics and waiting for an ENT to do a scope and a culture to find out just what kind of bacterial monster can make me feel like someone is continuously smashing a hammer into my cheek bones.
It’s been a heavily depressing past couple of weeks between the migraines, infections and general lack of direction when it comes to the treatment of my POTS. I’ve been really disappointed about not being able to enact any of the plans I’ve tried to make when it comes to recovering. Things like wanting to go to cardiac rehab 5 days a week just aren’t a reality with the severity of my symptoms and nothing is more frustrating than seeing the opportunity RIGHT THERE in front of you and just not being able to reach out and take advantage of it.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just sitting in quicksand.
AND THIS IS WHAT MY FACE LOOKS LIKE ON QUICKSAND:
Quicksand. Not even once.
Alright crew, I’ll keep you updated on the twists and turns this week is taking. Hopefully I’m out of here and able to swallow normally in the next day or two. How could it get any better than that?