I'm doing so much better. My stomach is still iffy, and I'd rather be horizontal than vertical. But my temperature is back to normal...thank goodness! I had to go back for yet another blood test today. Now they are saying it wasn't typhus after all, but a viral infection.
I hate being sick. I'm not good at it. I really come from extremely healthy stock. Growing up in the home that I did, being sick was considered a personal weakness. It just was not done. In fact, after I got my immunizations to start school, I never saw another medical doctor again until after I graduated from high school.
But somehow, in the last few years, I've had a few things to contend with...Meniere's Disease, a bad gall bladder, a herniated incision, the car accident, the hysterectomy, the pulmonary embolism.
My sisters are nine, eleven, and thirteen years older than I am. And periodically the question comes up...why do I have stuff wrong with me when they don't? My only guess?
Because I'm an old egg.