... The money, thanks to me. I hope she invites me to the lake house I'm about to buy her. Juuuuuust kidding. She's seen me naked, we can not hang out socially. Awkward!
Anyway. So we had a Staph infection going around our house. Henry picked it up in December, and then it laid Elvis out for a week in April. I guess it fed on doctor bills, because each case was worse than the one before it. So - lucky me! - I got the worst of it about a month ago. I thought it was a mosquito bite at first, but it got infected fast and then spread fast. Before I could even get in to se the doc I had about 6 welts on my leg. The doc took care of me and prescribed me an antibiotic, which I took dutifully for 8 of the 10 days. Then, on day 9 I broke out in a hivey rash all over my face, neck, back and shoulders. Sure enough, I had a pretty severe allergic reaction: fever, chills, temperature and all. Super. So it was back to the doctor, who was concerned about the reaction I'd had and ordered some bloodwork. Goody! I went back early the next morning to get pricked, and then waited a whole week (!) for the results: the antibiotic had caused some minor liver problem, as suspected. Oh, and also I'm Diabetic now. She thought that was why my infection was so severe and slow to heal, and she was right. Yay. So now I'm on pills for that too, and checking my blood sugar once or twice a day. My numbers are actually okay now (it took a few weeks to get there), but I'm hopeful that I'll be able to control it with diet and exercise, and get off the medication eventually.
It's been an adjustment (like, I might seriously consider punching you in the face right now for a cupcake), but mostly I'm happy to be healthy again. And I've lost about 10 pounds to boot. Not too shabby, eh?
