It’s been a while since I baked any bread, but I definitely haven’t given up! I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned my health isn’t the best, but recently it’s been one thing after the other. First I started coughing blood from my lungs, which instantly means the Center for Disease Control automatically takes over your life. Even if you only cough blood for 6 hours, if you go to the hospital the CDC will force you to live in total isolation, complete with precautionary Hazmat Gear (even plastic, disposable stethoscopes!) until you can prove you aren’t contagious. It’s awfully hard to prove you don’t have a contagious disease. And, it turns out, insurance doesn’t cover most of it… Thanks to some help from my family we aren’t quite broke, but financially we’re stressed, which leaves me quite depressed.
When I came home from the hospital I was very weak from the testing, and all four of the major veins in my arms had “blown” (broken, popped, or had too many needles pushed through them.) Which left my hands hurting and numb from lack of blood flow. It’s happened before. I have very poor blood flow from a genetically based disease called “peripheral arterial disease.” Usually the problems caused by a blown vein goes away in just a few weeks after the last IV is removed (at least in my arms… My legs already have so little blood flow my legs and feet are always extremely painful.) This time it still hasn’t gone away and both hands are so full of pins and needles it makes typing a problem, still I was coping, more or less – until my Crohn’s disease started acting up, and I need a CAT scan with contrast … contrast that requires a very good vein that I don’t have, so it suddenly became necessary to at least discuss having a permanent shunt installed, but who’s going to install the shunt, how can they put me asleep to do it, and what specific type of shunt to install? And the problems go on and on… Various doctors have said they’ll get back to me – but no one has, and I’m in no mood to push anything that will cost us more money that we don’t have.
Which, when I think about it, means I’m the cause of my own misery. So it’s time to kick myself in the ass and get up and do something! It’s time to get back to baking, back to living. And it’s definitely time to quit feeling sorry for myself. Enough! Enough! I intend to live as fully as possible until I die – and I’m not dead yet!
Thank you for permitting me to whine on your shoulder. I’ll be back!