update September 8, 2007

Well, so much for being better.

Thursday morning I literally bounced into the kitchen at 7am rattling on about all kinds of stuff that holds absolutely no importance whatsoever…such as hair styles, mascara, jewelry and whatever else popped into my head that had nothing to do with anything. Mama took one look at me and said, “You haven’t been to bed yet have you?” How did she know this?? Simple. If you know me at all you will know the last thing on earth I am or ever will be most likely is a morning person. 6am is the middle of the night and no one has any business being up at that hour much less happy about it. So when I was up, chatty and hyper, it was a good indication. “Uh-uh.” I said. “But did you know there is no good news to report at 4am??? All they do is repeat the possible weather conditions for three hours and interview poor teary eyed families whose lives will forever be changed thanks to a murderous villain in the neighborhood that shot their precious cats in cold blood!!!!!!!”

So, why hadn’t I been to bed yet?? And why not the night before?? Well, that revolting outcome can be blamed on a little thing called steroids. I HATE THEM. They make me feel very funny and keep me so wired, tense and hyper that I couldn’t sleep if someone knocked me out. (Y’all just thought I was hyper normally!! Mwa ha ha ha.) So, I was exhausted but could not sleep for anything….I’d had about 5 hours in three days and most of that was in the middle of the day in between doses of meds. Sigh. So, stay awake or not breathe?? For me, it’s a definite toss up. Mama won out though and said I had to breathe. BOTHERATION.

Other than not sleeping I was feeling great. Uh huh. Yesterday afternoon my muscles started hurting so bad I could hardly walk. I felt like I done a tremendous workout opposed to what I had actually been doing, staying in bed. It was weird. I was so sore from head to foot that I felt like I’d been run over by a truck. (not that I really know what that feels like but I can imagine I know what it feels like, and I felt like that.) I fell asleep at some point that afternoon and got in a few hours before it was time to take more evil pills. (I call them evil pills…..well they are, they’re horrendous. Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful to be breathing though.) Yesterday evening my muscles kept tightening up and my whole body would shake and shake and this hurt really bad because I already so sore. My head was about to explode and I pretty much couldn’t move. Mama informed me we were going back to the doctor. Groan.

So, I tried to sleep all night without success and finally fell asleep around 4 this morning. At 5am I woke up and remember thinking, I have a stomach virus. I couldn’t move. It hurt my whole body to breathe….it hurt to lay on my side with my legs on top of each other I was so sore. How weird is that?? I have never felt like that before. My life flashed before my very eyes. Ok, so it didn’t, but it sounded good. Anyway, I was so out of it I didn’t know if I was imagining that I had a stomach virus or if I really did but I knew what was coming. I started throwing up at 7am and Mama decided to forget calling and making an appointment….we were going to be there when they opened.

People on Houston freeways look out when there’s a sick Wychopen kid and my Mom is behind the wheel. Seriously. I’m not joking. And I thought she was timid. HA!!! We got there safely, no worries….Josh, you would have been proud. She played the lanes. *nodding* Yep, she did. So, there we are. Me still throwing up and wondering if life was really worth it. Heaven always looks good, but it looked especially good this morning. *smile*

So in comes the nurse. “Ohhhh, she doesn’t look too good.” NO KIDDING. “We need to do more blood work.” Moooan. I have to get poked again??? OUCH. Yeah, I know. I’m a wimp. I admit it. So they poked me, messed with me, pushed on me, asked questions, did an EKG and messed with me some more. Good news is, my lungs sound fine. Thank goodness. My white blood count was low, (whatever that means) my EKG was normal, (Whoa, I am normal!!!! What do ya know??!??) she’s concerned that I get really out of breath so easily and made an appointment with a pulmonologist for Monday or Tuesday. Hopefully I can cancel it. *smile* She thinks the pneumonia triggered some asthma so I have to stay on my inhalers and other than the stomach virus the steroids probably made everything else happen that was bad. Sooooo, PRAISE THE LORD she said I could stop taking the evil pills!!!! SLEEP, oh SLEEP…GLORY BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where does that leave me? I came home after NOT taking the evil pills today and slept pretty much from 10:00am-7:30pm. I was awake on and off but I actually slept. Sigh. It was wondermous!!!!!!!!!!!! Tonight I am still extremely sore and in a lot of pain all over but maybe that will go away now with the absence of the steroids. So, Lord willing, now I can get the rest my body needs to fight the stomach virus. (which by the way I picked up from a baby at work….Savanna, I PRAY you don’t get this too!!!!!!!!! Groan. But yeah, if you do….come, join me, we’ll moan and die together.) And my breathing should be ok if I use my inhaler. I never take medicine so I’m thinking my body just couldn’t handle it. The next few days should get better. I hope!!!!! *smile* And hopefully I’m done throwing up and almost backing out too. Groan.

I got this in an email this morning: “I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.” Psalm 27:13-14 Thank you Mom Bogner!!!!!!!! *smile*

And there you have it. Another exciting and dramatic chapter in the story of my life. Oh and just so you know, Mama should have been a nurse. She would have too….but she gave it up to have children. Sigh. Along with MANY other things. Just ask her. *wink* Huh Kevin??

Goodnight y’all!!!!!!! )))HUGS((( The non contagious kind!!!!!!! *smile*