I endured a week of appointments, including a biopsy of something in my jaw. I started another round of antibiotics, because the first round didn’t finish the job. I was given more hydrocodone, some 800 mg Motrin, and the disgusting antibiotic pills that are chalky, and begin disintegrating before I can wash them down with water, leaving a nasty aftertaste. I have to take 8 of them a day, which feels ridic. Unfortunately, I can’t run until they’re gone, so I’m complying. The pain is history, but I’ve been running a low grade fever today. I went to the new ER that’s just down the street. It was full of shiny, and I felt like I was dreaming the whole time I was there. I’m home now, and feeling a bit better.
Next week, I have more appointments. I’m not as stressed out about it as I would have been in the past. Therapy is helping. I’m much better at taking a deep breath, and just getting things over with. I don’t fear meltdowns so much anymore. They don’t have much power over me anymore, because I’m pretty good at shutting them down before they ruin my day. That’s awesome. Here is a photo of my cat in the little fort I made her.