For the past year I have been under the star of some malignant force that has it in for me. I got sick last year just about about Labor Day and spent several days in the infectious disease area of a local hospital and then 21 days in a nursing home. I had a super-duper infection that required a special antibiotic and had to be administered by infusion into a port which they installed in my upper chest.
That was just the beginning. After that I went to California where I suffered numerous urgent health problems, which I won't go into. And it's still not over. The worst of it is the feeling of debilitation which leaves you helpless and angry. It's difficult to snap back after a health crisis; your first impulse is just to turn your head to the wall.
The only thing that helps when you get that sick is physical therapy. I felt immediately stronger after every session, and almost got back to my original state of health several times, but when I got sick again I went downhill fast. Then I came back fast, though.
I am hoping that this Labor Day will see the end of this cycle of debility and despair.
Tuesday, August 02, 2016