We’re all in it together, right? Long time no visit.  There’s a lot on the table but one of the first things I want to write about is ME-E-E-E-E!  It’s my blog, remember?  If you aren’t interested in what’s going on with me, head on out and don’t slam the door as you leave.

About three weeks ago my entire body went into some type of refusal to cooperate with what I normally expect every day.  I was so sick for three days I could barely function.  Headache – right between the eyes part of time – sometimes the back, top, sides got involved too, kind of like a square-dance where everything changed up now and then, horrible though.

Headaches usually make me sick to my stomach, it was pretty close to upchuck time but it didn’t happen.

My joints hurt, my lower abdomen/intestinal area hurt, I know there was an invisible bastard that snuck in with an ice pick and attacked my feet and hands periodically, and I could barely find a way to think about food.  Coffee was disgusting but I tried now and then because I figured I partly had a caffeine headache.  Boo Hiss to all of it!

My boy Dan has been on a big fresh vegetable kick, no sugar, no this, no that, and insisted I get on it too.  I did.  I will admit I feel better and don’t have an intense energy drop where I feel like I might pass out any moment.  I hate not chewing gum and having flavored coffee cream. I hate no ketchup and other things.  We’ve pretty much been low carb so there’s rarely a piece of bread in the house or any goodies that might resemble a delicious, ultra-tempting Oreo cookie dunked in milk or anything like that in F-O-R-E-V-E-R!

One part of it that is funny, I can remember him being incredibly unhappy about certain foods I made him eat as a child.  When I was grouching through the first few days of eating veggies, etc., I pulled out a vinaigrette for my salad.  He grim-faced me with, “What’s that?”

I said it was for my salad.  Ruh-roh!  No it wasn’t.  When I grumbled, he told me not to be such a whiner!  Is that how works?  You tell your kids what to eat, what to do, what time to do it, and eventually it comes back around and with aging, they do it to you?

Previous to all of that, I had the big “C” done at the end of July and went back for the results in August.  My doctor said he had removed a very large polyp and it was beginning cancer.  Oh my!  I was scheduled to go back in February for another “C” and went home. Naturally, he’s in Vegas, I’m 70 miles out.

The middle of September I had so much lower abdominal pain I couldn’t stand it.  Let’s add terrified after I got that report on the polyp.  I made an emergency appointment with him and went in. Turns out it was a huge attack of diverticulitis because I had been eating a lot of raw nuts. I went home with an order for a blood test and two antibiotics.  It still took a while to start feeling semi-human again.  (No shot, right?)

During that visit he told me the polyp had cancer in it but where it attached to me it was clear.  He said if it hadn’t tested that way, he would have had me back immediately…huge relief.

When I was 30, if I got sick, I knew I would get well in a few days.  At this age, I’m like, “WTF?  I think I’m dying and it’s only downhill from here!”

At the end…tomorrow will be another day and I really do believe I will be back here updating a lot of things.  I need to search for a new blog template.  I have plans.  SH-H-H-H-H-H!