If for some reason you take the time to read my ramblings, you may have noticed I've been absent from my duties as a blogger, and as a reporter.
For the first time in my 45 years, I got sick, then sick again and then ultimately ended up in the hospital. Long story, but hopefully this is the short version: Five various infections (too much yucky details to share, but I had them almost literally from head to toe) and dehydration (from the raging fever, I think) don't mix well. Seems the human body doesn't like that too much and will retaliate on its own, even if it means shutting down your kidneys to prove a point.
I got the message. I will go home and rest after a long day.
Problem is I missed so much this past Memorial Day weekend by being exiled to my bed. My niece and another beautiful young woman I know and love graduated. Although I'm not a major part of their lives, I wish I could have been there.
Several other young people I know also passed into adulthood with their graduation ceremonies. If only a witness from the sidelines, it would have been a joyous occasion for me to see them holding diplomas. (I'm proud of you all!)
Plans to visit several friends and family members, go to yard sales with my husband, to plan a cook out for the first time this year and several other things our family wanted to do during a three-day weekend got put on hold.
My mind was mush, and every once-in-a-while I couldn't formulate a sentence correctly. The illness, the medication (which I hate taking) and the ultimate loneliness of not being able to get up and do anything, even the most mundane task, with anyone was terrible.
I have NEVER been so sick in all my life. I'm glad my family was there to take care of me.
However, it was hard to realize how my illness impacted negatively on so many lives. Yet, there was one person who never asked how I was, but made it a point to remind me how terrible it was that (my father and) I failed to show up.
All I can say is I'm sorry.
I came back to work Tuesday. Lost in the madness of only being gone for actually three days total, but feeling like it had been forever, I'm playing catch up with all my sources. And WHEW, what things happen when you miss a day on my beat!
I will probably still be digging through papers into July.
I'm tired, yet it feels good to be around people again.
The heat is hard for me to tolerate, so thank the good lord the air conditioning is working here at the office.
If you've left me a message anywhere, hopefully I can find it and call you back sometime within the next week, or two.
As for a recipe for food, I'm sorry. My taste buds are so out of whack the only thing I'm eating consistently right now is baby carrots and sipping on cranberry juice, water or green tea. I have yet to eat a full meal. Nothing sounds good right now.
Maybe I can figure something out, but I've been told to go home. Two doctors and my husband have given me my rest and relaxation orders. I'm learning to try to follow them, but it's hard to break old habits.
If you learn anything from this rambling, please take time to smell the roses and take care of yourself. I wish you all good health.