You might have heard that I am back in the slammer. I woke up Monday with a fever and got readmitted. For the past two days, I've been running and breaking fevers in excess of 103 degrees. Yeah, it's been fun. According to my blood cultures, this time around I actual have a bacteria growing in my blood, so this isn't your typical neutropenic fever. The White Coat Folks have got me on a plethora of antibiotics trying to kill whatever is troubling me.
So pardon my general absence from the interwebbies. Having high fevers sucks the life out of you. All I've wanted to do is lie in bed and stare into space or watch cable TV.
And to top all of this off, poor Lucy, our sweet black cat, had to be taken to the veterinary's office for overnight treatment. Her cold wasn't getting better, and she really hadn't eaten in days. When Adrian took her into the docs, she was dehydrated and showing signs of possible liver damage. She has been making a slow recovery, but she's still not out of the water. Please keep my darling girl in your prayers.