The morning was fairly normal,
when compared to my normal at least. My fatigue and nausea, more pronounced, but in my experience they are always a beast. I rode with my son on an errand looking for where at his school he's to park. Not knowing what lay just ahead was my body preparing to spark. I infused my regular lactated ringers using my PICC line, like every other day. Fueling my body with needed fluids to keep my dehydration at bay. But hiding beneath my skin were embers that were no longer dormant. Out of nowhere chills overcame me with pain in my legs a boiling torment. The internal blaze combusted My body radiating such heat. Intense freezing yet also burning Fever scorching over 103 Unable to sit still or even to walk I was in such tormentuous misery. An infection was clearly simmering, uncontrolled wildfire burning within me. I tried denial and avoidance For at home is where I wanted to stay. I didn't want another line infection My mind unsuccessfully tried to will it away. But, my family saw through my anguish urged me to get promptly checked out. Sluggishly I made my way for another hospitalization, no doubt.
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