Waken the Inert Blob

This site has been without any new postings for far too long. I did not run off and join a band of gypsies or hired out to the local Barnum & Baileys. I didn’t have the energy to complete either of those exciting options, although my inclusion in such would bring about some mighty interesting blogs.

Instead my body just stopped. I was not deathly ill, placed under quarantine or require bands of medical specialists. Instead I started with a headache, which got way worse leading to sensitivity to noise, light and life in general. The nausea and fatigue that came with the headache were strong. This all began Saturday morning. I woke up Sunday morning begging Bob to take me to the hospital where I got nausea and strong pain medication. The nausea drug was a Godsend, improving my temperament and outlook on life. The pain medication was beginning to break my migraine when my IV bag emptied. Do you know that soothing noise that is gently emitted from an IV machine when it is empty? The obnoxious and repetitive alarm quickly brought my migraine back to not only the heights before I entered the hospital, but it magnified the headache to even higher levels.

I basically came home and crashed. A freight train could have careened through our bedroom, and I don’t think that I would have noticed. My inert blob remained just that! I don’t know what happened anytime from Sunday through Thursday. I recall Bob occasionally coming up with the all-favorite Jell-O, Sprite or a peanut butter / jelly sandwich. I would take a bite or two, grunt and rollover for another decade or two. Stephanie called and talked with me once. She did the typical daughter thing of extending the word “MOM” into multiple syllables. Take a second to practice it and you will realize the noise all kids learn to say in-utero. She warned me of the need to drink plenty of liquids. Another grunt from me, three gulps of water and back to sleep.

I became conscience on Thursday when I waddled downstairs much to the shock of my poor husband. I have avoided returning to a comatose position although my movements are still somewhat stilted. Yet I needed to at least fill in reasons for my extended absence.

Stay healthy. Life is better that way; in fact you can even call it good.

God Uses Chronic Pain to Prove that Life is Good:

        -  You know the names of the “good drugs” to request when you go to ER.