It's two days until my birthday and I find out I have MRSA. That's just not right folks, not right.
So, apparently it takes Urgent Care ten full days to call you and let you know the results of a culture they took. UGH. And I had just finished my last dose of a ten day antibiotic and now I have to start ANOTHER one.
I feel so bad for Al and the kids - I haven't felt good at all and now it looks like I'll continue to feel cruddy for another 2 weeks. My system is all of whack and I'm just *tired.* Al is such a good guy and has just went in with guns blazing and got things done. I'm lucky. The kids must be scared I'm near death or something because they've even been a little more behaved.
Just a little. :)
I miss running. Every time I open the garage door, I honestly feel guilty that I have barely touched my treadmill. The abscess is almost healed so I hope to be back on it soon. I think my energy would perk up if I could work out. We'll see. I definitely don't want to push it but it's hard to just sit and do nothing.
Anyways, it's time to take a pill. Again. :/