On the mend

I'm beginning to feel a little more human, after being hit with a steroid injection and five more medications to take every day (on top of those I already take post-heart-attack and post-spinal-fusion . . . I rattle like a pillbox when I walk!).

The doctor told me I didn't have flu, as I thought - I had an allergy that had weakened my immune system enough to allow a mold or fungal infection to 'piggyback' on top of it.  I wasn't in a good way at all when I saw him yesterday morning.  One of his assistants told me (rather crossly) that if I'd waited another day, it would have meant a hospital bed and IV infusions for a couple of days.  I'm glad it didn't come to that.  Still, it was bad enough.  (Miss D. has been displaying a lesser set of my symptoms recently.  She'll be seeing the doctor this morning to make sure they don't get any worse.  I wouldn't wish this crud on anyone!)

I'm now in the curious position of feeling worse for feeling better!  The medications are certainly working, and I can feel improvement already.  However, they're also loosening up all the crud and congestion that had accumulated, so it makes it difficult to sleep.  I had a good five-hour rest after taking the first pills, but last night I was up and down like a yo-yo, unable to stop the post-nasal drip producing coughing and spluttering whenever I tried to sleep.  I guess I'll have to put up with that for a couple of days while things drain.  I can cat-nap in a chair (if the cat will let me, that is . . . when I sleep in a chair, she seems to take it as a personal challenge to stalk and pounce me from every possible angle!).

Still, I'm glad to be on the mend.  I've still got a lot of work to do preparing my next book for publication.  I'd hoped to have it ready for Monday, but I suspect that won't happen - unless I can get the e-book version out then, and have the paperback edition ready later that week.  We'll see.  Thank you all for the good wishes and prayers.

Peter