Update....

I am angry… very angry. If I hear one more person say, "God does these things to us… to make us better people,"… I will…ummm… I will … ummmm… say bad words, inwardly, as not to offend the party that is just trying to be helpful with words of wisdom.

Nothing much to say on my end… I probably shouldn't have ventured to Springfield and back to Chicagoland so soon… However, it was an emergency. The problems is, I get tired quickly. My body is acting as if it is fighting something off… I have a temperature… and a cough that won't go away. I was told that this was natural. I just have to wait it out.

Well, what's the deal. I have blood clots…in my left leg, and in both lungs. In other words, I am a stroke waiting to happen… or a heart attack. I am on a drug that is supposedly a "protection" against these buggers moving to vital areas. I have to inject it into my stomach, with a needle. It's very unnatural to go poking oneself with needles, especially in the gut. The first time I did it, I … well, was nervous and couldn't believe I was harming myself. And, no, the directions are bullshit. It doesn't get easier, and the pain is always the same. AND, my stomach is a wonderful color of blue. Enough bitching. I don't want to bitch.

The treatment is simple… thin the blood to prevent more clotting and to allow the body to deal with the existing clots. I am on the Lovenox shot to prevent clots from forming, and I am taking Waferin to thin the blood so that clots won't form in the future.

This weekend I am on a super does of Waferin. The Wisconsin doctor was rather shocked that my blood wasn't cooperating in the thinning process. This past Wednesday, he decided to go super thinner, SO, I am on a ludicrous amount of Waferin to get my blood therapeutic. What does this mean…I have to avoid nasty activities and keep close to somebody in-case I start bleeding and the blood doesn't stop.

In other words, I am on my butt until Monday when a new doctor takes over the treatment. In and out of the doctor for probably the next month or so. THEN, down to Springfield to meet yet another doctor!

I am hanging in there and functioning… I still don't want to really talk to anybody. I am still trying to figure out what this all means….. I like to think there is a reason… some reason why these things happen. What does it mean? What's the plan? Why was I suddenly put face to face with my own mortality AGAIN?

Anyway, I will hang in there… avoid sharp objects… avoid things that may cause bleeding…

So much for my future plans of juggling knives, running across broken glass, and sword swallowing… DAMN!!!! DAMN!!!!

I want everybody else to stay well… and have a great summer.

I will… well… I will do what I can.