Still feel like s**t. I absolutely hate being sick, it saps all the energy out of me. It is week two of this infection that has taking it's toll on my body. Headaches, ears popping and ringing. Throat not so sore anymore, because it's in my chest now. Urinary tract infection a little better. Septicemia lessening, redness and swelling decreasing.
I know I am whinging, just can't help it. It seems that I have spent more of my life being sick more than well. That's only the physical side of it without even looking at the PTSD. So pissed off at my parents for passing on their crappy defective genes. Most of the time I manage to fool myself that I am fine, only to have a deluge of infection thrown at me just to bring me back to reality. Endocrinologist visit this month. Heart specialist on Wednesday. Three monthly blood tests done last Thursday.
I will get over this because I am bloody determined and stubborn. I will kick this infection in the arse, as I am determined to live a better and more fruitful life, before I kick the bucket.;)