Sick - PAY ATTENTION!

[GoldenKitten]

So I know I haven't been particularly helpful these past two weeks as everyone ran about trying to talk each other into activity. I kept hoping I'd get better and just wouldn't have to bring it up but that's apparently not going to be the case so I figure I need to say something.

I'm incredibly sick. No, I know that's happened before but this is another case of me probably winding up in the hospital before it's over. And as a byproduct my muse has never been deader in recent memory. I'm running a constant 102 temp, I'm nauseas and vomiting almost around the clock, I can't eat and can barely drink, moving is like having bones made of molten metal inside me, just shifting my position is cringe worthy, and it's all keeping me up so that I'm getting little more than a broken hour or two of sleep a day.

Everything is incredibly hazy and I simply can't focus on pulling my thoughts together much less being a good conversationalist, or writing interesting stories.

If you'd like to know I'm not just sitting around, I am of course taking measures against it. But the simple fact is I'm not seeing results at this time, and I have no real way to gauge when I will see them, or how long it will take to feel better. I can't honestly make a timeline until I can feel myself getting better, at which time I will say something.

Anyway I figured I would mention this since I know I haven't been talking and didn't want you to think I was just sitting around watching, getting a shit and a giggle. Have fun, I'll see you on the other side (or in the C-box from time to time).

- Goldenkitten

[GoldenKitten]

Being admitted to hospital, don't know when I'll be back.

- Goldenkitten

[GoldenKitten]

So right, I'm back...kind of. Long (loooong, loooooooooong) story short. GK got sick, doctors did not think GK should go to the hospital, GK got sicker, doctors continued to insist he should continue resting and would get better, GK almost died one night, doctors finally conceded there might be reason to put him in the hospital.

GK has now been stuck by needles no less than 200 times this week, GK has been filled with so many antibiotics, steroids, and anti-inflammatory medication that it makes people explode if they stand to near, oh and he's pissed off.

Despite being released he is on enough medication to knock a blue whale into a coma. He is sleepy, cranky, irritable, and has no real physical strength left in his body. GK's immune system is now non-existent and if a squirrel on the other side of the planet happened to have an uncatchable animal form of influenza and coughed he would STILL catch it. He is bubble boy, and his temperature skyrockets and plummets like a woman in her hundreds who is still somehow having menopause.

This ends a relatively pointless 3rd-person sports narration...because that's what the cool kids do. Anyway that's what happened, I'll be around, but don't expect me to do a lot or be happy about it for a few days. I can hardly keep my hands stable long enough to write this, though I guess the longer I work at it the better it'll get.

See you around.
- Goldenkitten