Spinal Tapopia

Well, today was the ultra-fun Spinal Tap. It wasn't honestly that badm getting a filling hurt more. The guy said I was really nice and was a giid patient about it, and warned me that a raging headache would soon follow, which it did. Right now my lower back where the wholeis is starting to hurt so i'm off to bed. Plus, just blogging is incredibly difficult since I can barely navagate my comp coz my eyes are fucked.

Looks like I will be incarcerated until Friday. They are taking me to the neuro opthamologus Weds to see if they can see anything wrong there while we await the cultures of my spinal tap.

Yes, this fucking sucks.

So far today I've had 3 Atavans, 2 Tylenol 2 with codeine, and IV gravol since I threw up my smoothie and popcorn breakfast.

I am down to 93lbs.

The fun never ends. I'm off to sleep.

Ragin' Cajun Brain Infection

There's nothing to do here

But sit and complain

In bed at the hospital



Yup, you got it: I'm in.



It's pretty clear I did have labyrinthitis, but it's since fucked off. What remains is horrid balance (I've fallen a stellar 4 times now), nausea and vomitting, and screwy vision. It wasn't getting any better so at the insistance of my parents I made an emergency doc appt yesterday and he agreed that something is up, so he called TGH, yelled at them for a bit, and they said to come down and that the people in the ER would be waiting for me.



So here I sit up in my room on the 7th, day #1 under my belt, iTunes playing. I've got a double room but no roomie, and I got the window seat so I can gaze out over downtown TO over night. I've had my shower, shaved my legs, moisturized, I've got about 5 blankets on my bed, inclined, with a tea and my TV on. I spent 2 hours throwing up this AM so got an IV dose of Gravol, and holy fuck people, it's instant the effects. You instantly pass out it was fabulous. Although as I felt my body turning into a tree stump I had to wrangle my stomach as it wasn't sure whether or not it wanted to explosive shit or excorcist style puke all over the place. So suffice it to say we made it into the bathroom and dry heaved instead.

Fun times.

I threw up poutine from last night this morning and it was fucking horrible. God it was worse than when I threw up my cyclo Friday night. Both times burned horrendously, like my stomach had a tiny pit of fire in it. But thanks to the IV Gravol that knocked me the hell out (just in time for my dad to visit!), I've been vomit-free for almost 12 hours. Yay!

So besides laying in a hospital bed all day, my dad was visiting (mum was with me yesterday and will come back tomorow). We went on a wheelychair adventure (I actually wrote "adventure" on the "destination" portion of the sign out sheet, much to my dad's impatience) to get BoosterJuice, some soap and a razor for my shower, and a spark-shock at the elevator (my dad laughed hard when it happened to me, but i laughed harder when it happened to him). Also saw lots of neuro fellows and got lots of neuro tests since they think that I've got a virus in my head that's causing the wretched balance, screwy eyes, and nausea. I'm getting an MRI tomorrow to see if they can pick up anything (like fluid from the virus), and if not I'll have the grand fortune of getting a spinal tap.

Un-yay :(

So they think there could be a few things wrong with me:
- a virus in my inner ear which is affecting my balance and eye sight and making me nauseas
- a reaction to my gastro med Maxran
- or both.

So we'll see what it ends up being! I just wanna feel better - it's been over a month and my parents go to Mexico on the 1st soooooooooooo...

Yeah, I gotta get better!

Ps I punched myself in the accessed port in the shower :( Ouch.

Tomato soup

is the only thing I've kept down all day
soup preceeded by 5 tummy pills
2 maxran
2 domperidone
1 Gravol

it's been 31 minutes and i'm vomit-free
woke up to a tea
Mum to the rescue
kept it down
tried a donute
puke, puke, puke
not even an hour after taking meds
Emergency text to Alex, she let me know i'd be ok

All aft spent nauseas on the couch after feeling well enough to see the Finnesaur
Puked 2 more times in the sink
Filled it with soap as a courtesy to the famjam so my vomit wouldn't stink up the house

Internet says to drink lots of water and consume green leafy things
Hiccup
Dad to the rescue
Ginger Ale, brocolli, cucumber, green grapes
Grapes are the 2nd thing I've kept down since my lovely sweet soup
the taste still lingers on my lips
Bliss

Belly full
TV not swimming in front of my eyes
But still
I just yearn to feel better

A Step in the Right Direction

Since my last entry things have gotten worse, with the worst two days being this past weekend. Saturday and Sunday I was incredibly dizzy and the only time things weren't moving were when i was laying in bed facing the wall. Needless to say, I hated waking up and thoroughly looked forward to when I could go to sleep and close my eyes and things stopped moving.

Sat and Sun, it didn't matter what position I sat in on the couch, everything was swimming before my eyes. Even my limbs were wiggling away. I couldn't get comfy and couldn't even use my computer.

Then yesterday showed up. Yesterday was my worst day yet. I could barely walk, and by night time I couldn't even stand straight, my body was contorting to the right and squeezing me to the ground. With a panicked call to my coordinator updating her on my state and informing her that I didn't care if they admitted me, at that point I really didn't care what happened to me, so long as it was something to get me better. I went up to bed with the help of my mum at 8pm, took a sleeping pill, and knocked myself out into blissful sleep for 13 hours.

And then today...

Today I woke up and felt a little bit better.

I can stand up straight and not wiggle.

I can walk straighter and in a straighter line and not bump into things and weave in all directions.

I can sit in any position on the couch and nothing moves.

Hopefully I've taken a step in the right direction and am getting better. Maybe I had to get really bad before I could get worse. I hope the worst is over, and I hope this virus is leaving me.

So keep your fingers crossed, knock on wood, and say a prayer my friends that I'm finally getting better!

Happy Valentine's Day:)

Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride...

ain't nothing gonna hold me doooooooooooown!

oh no!

i've got to keep on mooooooooooooooooooooovin'!

And so it goes...

The Euro Trip is off.

Evlyn has been sick. She lost a good portion of lung function and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to to get it back. Being that Contiki tours are basically all walking, it would be very difficult for her to do a trip like this, so it's been cancelled.

I'm not sad, I just want her to get better. Like I said to her, this isn't to say that we can't go at a later date, right? Plus, I'm still going to the Transplant Games in Sweden so i've got that to look forward.

This has not made me sad, in fact, I opened my Contiki book and am spying an 18 day Great Britain and Ireland trip! I'm soooooo excited at the possibilities!!! Soon I will send out a casting call on Facebook to my friends to see who is interested!

I'm proud that I'm not mulling about over a cancelled trip. Now I have a big chunk of money laying about that I can put towards a cheaper trip or something else, like a pup. I know I said I wanted Newfie, and I still do, but I've also been spying French Bulldogs b/c they're so ugly cute. I have a name picked out and it's pretty epic. Only a handful of people know what it is and let me say, it's pretty amazing!

So yeah, onward and upward!

In other news...

It's prob best (for the time being) that the trip is off, as I've had to tell my boss I need another week off. Still horrendously sick, can't really walk, my dad is forbidding me from driving, still dizzy and nauseas. Soon after I wrote my last entry I barfed. I think I barfed again after that. I've officially lost 10lbs now. Havent barfed in a few days tho, so that's good!!!

I've had 2 epic falls in under 24 hours. First came Friday night, when i got out of bed and my legs gave way beneath me before I could even process a thought. Before I knew it I was crashing through medical boxes, past my garbage can, and straight into my closet. Lucky for me I had the fortune of cracking my head off the corner of my open closet door too.

The following morning I woke up, had an amazing stretch, and then fell down the stairs. I don't even know how it happened, all I remember is that I was at the top of the stairs and the next thing I knew I was sliding on my back.

I'm a little sore today.

Friday night I had a shower and sat on the tub floor like a classy broad. I'm sure my mum was wondering what all the banging and squeaking noises were as my wet ass slid across the tub floor from above. The night before I almost fell backwards out of the tub so I figured to be on the safe side, it's probably best that I remain seated until this virus passes.

In other news: we are getting a new puppy. Casey passed away almost 9 months ago, and 2 weeks ago we got a call from our breeder that one of her dogs had had pups and that she had 2 Blue boys. A Blue Sheltie is a grey, white, and black sheltie. The girls we have are Sable (brown, blonde, white with some black, like Lassie), and Casey was a Tri (black, brown and white). We've yet to have a Blue sheltie, so this time we will be getting one.

Last Saturday we went to look at them, and being that they were only a week old, their eyes were still shut and they looked like squirrels. Blue shelties often have blue eyes. Next week my mum is going back to look at them and maybe she'll get a feel for which one she'd like. We've picked a name and settled on Seamus.

I am excited to see which one he will be and show you all pics!

I hope you're well.

Signing out from the Labyrinth,
Bree

Barfing

Yesterday was my 18 months bronch.

I threw up in the freezing room. The minute I smelled the stuff you gurgle....yup....it all came up. Thanks labyrinthitis.

I got extra knocking-out stuff, and it worked. I felt the last snip and that was it.

I threw up in the recovery room. The minute I got off the bed and onto the floor to put my clothes on my stomach flipped and bleh...up came the freezing i accidentally swallowed. And apple juice.

I woke up today and got dressed, washed my face, came downstair, and bleh, threw up. Throwing up on an empty stomach is NOT fun. I just dry-heaved and brought up bile. I feel like I'm going to be sick again but can't be b/c I took meds an hour ago.

Ugh.

Stupid labyrinthitis and it's dizziness and upset stomachness.

I've had it for a week and a half and have lost 5lbs.

That's it.

And thanks Lene for your sweet comment! I'm glad someone understands! And no, I havent been on genta-anything but I have heard of genta poinsoning. I think what happened with me, I was just lucky enough to contract a rare virus. Yay me.

In the Labyrinth

Zombie virus be tamed!
Labyrinthitis is thy name!

So yesterday saw the first day of my 18 months post-tx assessment. And oddly enough, my lungs weren't high on the list of 'how are you doing?'

My broken head was.

After much testing, watching me walk, looking in my ears, listening to my symptoms, it was concluded that I am suffering from Labyrinthitis caused by a virus. And for those of us lucky enough to suffer from the rare disorder Labyrinthitis, it can last for weeks and cause balanace disorders, nausea, temporary hearing loss, and all that fun kinda stuff.

So...yay me! At the moment, I feel like my face is being sucked into a vortex. I keep swaying to the left even tho I'm sitting.

It's been fun.

Today it took me an hour and a half to get out of bed, and as a result I took my meds an hour late. I stumbled into the shower and contemplated sitting on the floor for it, but realized that being dizzy and wet and trying to get off the tub floor whilst dizzy and wet is a bad idea, so I was a big girl and stood for it.

What can you do tho, eh? I'm trying hard not to complain but I really hate not feeling like myself. I feel like I'm perma-tipsy and if you were to push me i'd fall flat on my ass.

Um...

In other news, there's a storm of 'historic proportions' gobbling up half of North America, mainly the whole eastern seaboard. It's supposed to start later tonight and last until tomorrow aft. We're supposed to get between 20-30cm, and seeing as I have my bronch tomorrow, dad and I are going down to TO tonight and staying in a hotel so we don't have to drive in it. The worst is to be between 6 and 8am tomorrow which is when we'd be on the road, so to be on the safe side we're going down tonight.

Yay hotels!

Tomorrow's bronch will see me requesting extra knocking-out stuff, seeing as I had the misfortune of being totally awake for my last bronch and thus seeing and watching and feeling the procedure. Something tells me I'm going to be horrendously sick after tomorrow's bronch due to a combo of labyrinthitis and all the fun stuff that comes with the wearing off of anasthetic.

Can I get a collective 'yay'?

My broken head

For the past 4 days I've been stumbling around like a bee in a bottle, thanks to my broken head. It all started Sunday when the weather changed a drastic 23 degrees in under 24 hours.

Finally today I was fed up and phoned up the docs in a fit of tears and got fitted in for 4pm.

I waited. And waited.

And waited.

I sat amongst the sick, the disgusting, and the grotesque.

I made a point to look as miserable and unapproachable as possible, and it seemed to work since no one made eye contact with me which is just how i like it.

Finally I got in. Where I waited. And waited. And waited.

The doc came in. He was a fill-in doc since my doc is on mat leave.

We went over the meds list, the transplant story, the medical history.

"You scare me," he said.

"Ya," I replied with no feeling. Just fix my broken head.

He listened to my lungs, looked in my nose, mouth, ears. I stood up and did walking tests, and followed his fingers with my eyes.

"Nothing neurologically wrong," he stated.

Ya. My mind replied.

"Well," he said sitting down. "I can't find anything wrong with you. But your medical history concerns me. What do you think it could be?"

"I think it's from the weather change the other day," I said flatly. " I get headaches and sternum pain and now my head is broken. From everything I read on Google, it says barometric pressure change that causes vertigo can last for days"

He said nothing.

*Silence*

"You can always try Gravol."

"Ok."

And the appointment ended.

And my head is still broken.

Topsy Turvey

The good news is that I no longer feel like a zombie.

The bad news is that for the last 2 days I've been plagued with vertigo, to the point that today I called out of work. I feel all topsy turvey, like when you're tipsy from drinking. I went to shoppers and bumped into a few things, when I stand up i take a few seconds to right myself, and i feel nauseas. I'm eating right now for the first time in 21 hours actually. Right before a dizzy spell I get a hot flash.

It's been fun.

This is the first time I've ever had this happen, and I did some research as to why it's occured. Since yesterday there has been a 23*C change in the weather. It's gone from -25 to -2 in under 24 hours. I always get headaches and sternum pain when the weather changes, so when I was researching 'barometric pressure change symptoms in humans", next to headaches and arthritic pain, vertigo was another one listed. It all made sense.

So that's what I've been up to.

Also, is anyone even reading this blog anymore? No one posts comments...makes me sad :(

Tea = Zombie Fuel

Today Chronic Illness reared its ugly head and said, "Today is MY day, and there's nothing you can do about it. HA HA" and so I awoke feeling like a total zombie, taking an hour and a half to pull myself out of bed and do human things.

It's days like today that i wish I could reach inside myself, pull out my defective ADA gene, and fix it to make myself feel better.

Sure, you can treat it with my injections, and other meds, and lots of tea, and keeping warm, and having lots of soup and other stuff, but it's no match for It itself. Somedays it flares up, and those days, like today, leave me feeling like a zombie who does not wish to be peeled from the couch.

I managed to get myself my tea, which I have now named Zombie Fuel, and go to work, but luckily, frigid temps were on my side and most of the dogs didn't wish to walk today anyways.

I just feel blah...can't be motivated. Everything feels like a mountain of a task. I did manage to order meds, which I've successfully put off for a good week. I'll pick them up tomorrow. I also wish to make Beer Stew for supper, but alas, the ingredients aren't in the house which means I'd have to go to No Frills to get them...which means moving. So.....yeah.

Maybe tomorrow?

Ugh.

Speaking of chronic illness, we had this discussion last night at supper. My sister seems to beleive that since i had my transplant, that I no longer have a chronic illness. Sometimes I think she gets confused and forgets that my former lung condition is completely separate from my underlying primary condition. My underlying primary condition - ADA SCID - is the reason why my lungs got shitty in the first place. ADA SCID is genetic - I was born with it and it's embedded in my genes. Bronchiectasis was a result of SCID, the repeated and prolonged infections, but isn't embedded in my genes. It just coated and killed my lungs, but wasn't in my genes.

Get it?

So I got a transplant and bronchiectasis (and asthma) fucked off, but the ADA SCID is still there. I used to get IVs for it, but have switched to daily injections. Any condition that needs to be treated long-term is considered chronic. This condition will never go away. If it goes untreated, it is lethal.

Ironically enough, after telling my sister what constituted a chronic illness, the discussion of gene therapy and a cure was discussed. My dad and sister are all pro 'cure' and gene therapy, even though at Sick Kids they told me that I am too old for gene therapy. Which is fine. The injections work great and 95% of the time I feel amazing, it's just the odd day where it decides to flare up and there's not a lot I can do about it but ride it out.

Would I want to be cured if I was able to be? Honestly? No. I've lived with this for 25 years. It's all I know - the ups, the downs, the stagnant-ness of it. I don't know what I would do if one day it were gone. It keeps me humble. I feel amazing 95% of the time, it's just the odd day (like once a month) where it flares up and I feel like a zombie. And I need extra zombie fuel.

That doesn't mean that I don't want a cure or beleive in gene therapy. I absolutely do. But i'm too old for it and the way i get treated is totally fine :) I think if you spoke to a lot of ppl living with chronic illness they would agree. They would feel like how they are getting by is just fine. Chronic illness is a total learning experience, and like i stated before, it keeps you humble.

So I just ride it out, take it easy, and consume more Zombie Fuel.

Not Invinsible

By now I'm used to feeling so good that I generally beleive that I can do and concquer anything. I beleive that I can function on just 7 hours of sleep and go, go, go from the moment I wake up till the moment I lay down.

Well fuck. Today I can't.

Today it hit me like a brick wall, and as a result I feel like goo. I have 0 energy, and it doesn't matter how many energy things I consume, they don't help. I have used up all my Spoons today (google "The Spoon Theory" if you don't know what I'm talking about), and thank goodness my next dog to walk isn't until 8:30pm.

I missed my injection yesterday so as a result i will have to do 2 today. i did one around 10ish and will do the next whenever i stop being so damn lazy. i wonder if that has anything to do with it? who knows.

Thankfully all the dogs I've had to walk today havent been for long. Lemiux was 30 minutes, then Weegee was 30 minutes, although we spent 15 of it laying in a field in the sunshine as she rolled in the fall leaves and I rubbed her belly until she fell asleep (my jobs so tough sometimes); then Sadie who was 15 minutes, who gave me a mouthful when I showed up. I felt so useless that I got a big coke from McDonalds and it didn't help. So i came home and did what any sorry, useless ass would do: eat. And not what I should eat. I ate chips and dip, which will only succeed in making me feel worse.

I think tomorrow I will begin a system cleanse. Just have soup broth and tea and see if that helps. In all honesty I've been eating more chips than i should lately (and cookies) and I wouldn't be suprised if that's another cause for my system feeling like it's going into utter failure.

As shitty as I feel though, it's a nice reminder that i'm not invinsible. It reminds me to slow down, and eat properly, and get rest so I can function.

Until then, I will continue to eat crappily for the rest of the day, and hopefully get some school work done. Tomorrow, let the cleanse begin!

The Inducer of Poo

Poo and You!

It's no secret that crappy stupid iron pills and me do not get along, and will never be friends, or get married, but the shitty truth is (no pun intended), is that my iron levels are 75 when they should be 120 so i have to take them. BUT! Iron turns my stomach to stone and thus I do not poo. Example: 2 Thursdays ago I took 1 ferrous gluconate at breakfast, and one after supper, and i proceeded to not shit until the following Tuesday.

So I mentioned this at my doctors today, when I was there for an 'i has pneumonia?' appointment. She proscribed a laxative/lactose liquid thing that I'm to take twice a day after my iron pills. Essentially, how this will work, is that I'll basically have the runs forever. Whatever, i don't really care. Everyone has liquid poo now and then.

She said that the reason why i feel so unmotivated is due to the low iron, and not psychotic issues like i had suspected. So hopefully, with the 2 colace pills twice a day, domperidone 4 times a day, and now 1tsp of liquid poo giver twice a day, i should be nice and....unbunged.

Here's hoping.

On the pneumonia front, I am feeling a bit better. I say 'a bit' because i never felt sick in the first place. My doctor listened to my lungs of gold today and said they sound a lot better. I said the rotten cauliflower taste is almost gone, and I'm not coughing up goo anymore. Not that i was coughing up a lot of goo to begin with, but post-tx, you don't wanna cough up goo. So i have a 'script to get a follow up x-ray next Tues, and a follow up appt with her again on Weds to see how I am fairing.

And then i should be all fixed up in time for my one year assessment! YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Um what else?

I'm suprisingly not sleepy today seeing as I was kept awake by sternum pain all night. Stupid cereal box *squint*. Thankfully, I am held together by a sturdy peice of wire.

Me thinks that is all.

All Good Things Must Come to an End

Evidentally.

So i went to the docs yesterday to see what was up. There was a small amount of brown goo in the morning but it was like, dots of it. Of course. So off I went, and the doc figured it most likely was a mucus plug since I had isolated pain, and the brown goo had more or less subsided. Temp was good, wasn't short of breath, PFTs at home were steady....

Either way, i was prescribed 10 days of Avelox antibitiocs.

But of course, being a tx-er, it's not that simple. I got 3 requisitions: 1 for goo sample containers to bottle up any precious brown goo that i may harbour; a second req for an x-ray; and a 3rd req for PFTs. All of this of course will be faxed to TGH and compared with all my previous results.

So far, no results. But one.

My PFTs.

They are down.

To 79%.

Which i don't understand, since i'm not out of breath and i feel fine. It could be totally due to the fact that all machines vary, but who knows. Either way, i'm bummed out and the person who i don't want to tell is my dad, b/c he'll sigh and get all huffy and worry and it gives off the impression that it's my fault. Just thinking of it pisses me off.

The only good thing that's happened to me today is the discovery at the PFT place that i've lost 2lbs.

This effing sucks.

**UPDATE**
My doc called me with the results of my x-ray: PNEUMONIA.

I've never been so elated in my life. One would think your heart would sink upon being informed that they have pneumonia, but rather, mine lifted, so high that it actually sprinkled happiness on other people. I want to kick babies, throw myself against walls, eat a lot, and scream as loud as possible in celebration. BECAUSE IT'S NOT REJECTION IT'S JUST PNEUMONIA WHICH CAN BE TREATED WITH MY LITTLE ANTIBIOTIC FRIEND CALLED AVELOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RAH RAH AH AH AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So Sunday night saw me, Katey, Krystal hauling ass on a 4:10 Greyhound to TO to meet up with Elwood so we could venture over to the ACC to see the one and only, fabulous, LADY GAGA!

As seen from above, (as telling as 5 pictures can be) we had a blast! If you love Lady Gaga and ever get the chance to go see her: GO! She is even better live than on her record. She sings all her songs live and has an amazing voice and is just full of so much energy and everything! Katey and i bought t-shirts too, woo hoo! The concert ended at 11pm and saw us cavorting down Yonge street passed Union Station, taxi cab after taxi cab, hoards of people and the like, and finally to a cab driver who had no idea where the bus station was. *rolls eyes*

Clearly, we made it home. And i'd do it all again. There were lots of stairs at the ACC and i did all of them and was never once out of breath. WOO HOO! People were dressed outrageously and it was fabulous, and my friend asked me what i wore. I told him i dressed like a muppet.

What else? Sunday morning also saw me waking up with horrible pain in my lower left lung. And coughing up brown/slightly bloody goo. But it only lasted sporadically throughout the morning and stopped. But there was this horrible taste that accompanied it: rotten cauliflower. Ugh. So gross. Monday I woke up fine, but had that horrible taste whenever i breathed out, so i bit the bullet and called my doc and got in for today at 4:30. Today i woke up and coughed and there was nothing, but then some more brown spots showed up, same as the gross rotten cauliflower taste, and pain in the same spot. I dunno what it could be. I'll prob be put on antibiotics, that's for almost certain, but i don't feel sick, and i'm not out of breath, and i don't have a fever or anything so...

It has been really hot this last week - and humid, and i'm wondering if maybe that made things occur? because in all my x-rays there has been a small spot of mucus in the bottom of my left lung, which is where this is coming from...so...did the humidity stir it up? Who knows? I feel wonderful either way, have been walking, hiking, biking, not out of breath so...

AAAAAAAAAAAND as always, the stupid anemia *scowl* which can cause you to bleed in bizarre places so who knows? I'm a mess. I'm falling apart. Must be sewn up to be kept together.

Bad Blood

So i got a call from my co-ordinator on Tuesday.

My red blood cell count is low.

Very low.

So in celebration a requisition to have my blood re-taken is being sent and will promptly arrive in my mailbox at some point this week. To add to the joy of this is another requisition to give a stool sample at the same time. Double yay.

Not only is my red blood cell count low and thus making me anaemic, my white blood cell count is also low (which sucks because i just got my infusion on the 5th and it shouldn't be), so in celebration of that, my Imurran (one of my anti-rejection meds) has gone from 75mg to 50mg once a day. I am to be on 50mg of Imurran for one week upon when I am to get my blood re-taken to see if my white blood cell comes up.

And then! My cyclo levels were high so instead of taking cyclosporin 150mg in the AM and 175 in the PM, i am taking 150mg of cyclo in the AM and PM now to see if that helps.

Basically, I am a bloody mess, and I can feel it. I am soooooooo tired but i'm wondering if it's also from my body adjusting to working full time. I spoke to my one manager about getting my shifts changed from 3-11 to 3-9 in a few weeks so that should hopefully help!

I have also re-started my iron pills which i stopped taking eons ago. Also, instead of eating at bizarre hours I bought a bunch of Lean Cuisines and Blue Menu's for work so hopefully that should help make me feel better. I hope i adjust to my job sooner rather than later though because i don't enjoy having lack of energy.

Other than that, I am contemplating getting my masters at some point in social work.

Ca va?

Ca va.

The Universal Plague

There is a universal plague out there today, affecting and afflicting everyone.

It is called exhaustion.

It is the result of the relentless snow that is falling outside my window.

Goodbye spring time, hello winter time.

Please go away.

Why did you chase away my energy? Why did you steal everyone else's like a Grinch?

Well you did, and we would like ours back.

I layed on the couch this aft, torn between drinking my tea and my pop, and i realized that i barely had the energy to extend my arm to grab either. My tea-addict friend Robert suggested I get a tea-IV. I suggested it go in my neck to yield greater results to reach my system sooner.

So far, the combination of tea and pop is restoring my good senses, but my legs are completely zapped of any and all energy.

I have consumed the remaining box of Ferraro Roches that were living on the coffee table.

I felt it necessary to declare to my friends that i hunker down like a vampire and close all the window shades and live as if i am in a cave, since that is how we are all feeling today.

I cannot be peeled off the couch.

I am stuck. No energy flows through me. I am crippled and immobile.

All because the snow is falling.

All because it chased away the spring time.

All because we are thrust back into winter, and we are just ready to move on.

What happened to yesterday, with the +10 degree weather? (that's around 50F for you americans).

So here we sit, amist the snow...

The Universal Plague.

In other news, i got some results back from my bronch last week.

I have streppocaucous pneumonia?

Apparently.

I had no idea; I feel fine. I went for a frigging epic walk yesterday and wasn't held back in the least. The co-ordinator didn't sound too concerned, so I'm assuming it's been caught early. I am on azithromycin for 7 days, 2 pills daily so i guess it can't be that bad!

Plague. Again.

Will use this as an excuse to lay on couch and do nothing.

I blame strep pneumonia and the falling snow for my current state.

Tea has run out. Must make more.