Hey guys,
Still alive here but barely. Christmas this year was probably my best ever, didnt really feel like Christmas, as Mike has been sick since the 23rd. The reason it was my best is because Mike and I have been together 5 Christmas' and this was the first year he got into the holidays. Hes never really liked them but this year got all into it, helped set up our village and decorate our baby tree, and then surprised my Christmas morning with a necklace that he designed and my sister made. Beautiful arrowhead pendant w/his old buffalo nickel on it, w/lots of pretty rock type beads and silver spacers. I just cried, we do al the western stuff, and to think that he took the time to design my gift.
However, Christmas night, everything went south, I started having awful muscle spasms in my back on the right side, and by morning they were all of the right side, across the bottom and up the left. I lived on a heating pad, and then my sweet honey went and bought an electric blanket to put under our fitted sheet, so I would have constant heat all over my back. On Friday night, I was still really sore, but then spiked a fever of 103.7, so off to ER we went. BIG HUGE MISTAKE!!!! The doc (if you cal him that) wanted to give me updraft treatments until I quit wheezing. Finally I started refusing them, b/c they had given me an awful headache, and I never got any relief from them, my chest felt like a heart attack, it hurst so bad, all they did was a chest exray, ekg, and gave me two steroid shots, then a shot of Toradol and gave me a flexeril pill and sent me home. I was no better when I left than when I got there.
So, I came home, took more meds and went to bed, had a great day yesterday, and last night all heck broke loose again. Oh well, maybe today will be better.
On a side not, please keep my brother in law Havis Kimbrough and family in your prayers. He is having open heart surgery in the morning at 9 am. There will be 5-7 bypasses. He has 9 blocked arteries, some 100% and the others 80-90% blocked. My sister is scared to death of course, as I lost my first husband this way. I have her kids, 17, 15, and 12.
Sorry this was so long, but how do you say all that in a short post. Hugs to all, and prayers for safe and happy new years.
Rhonda D.
122 pounds gone forever