HO HUM, ANOTHER MIRACLE
Chris and his family arrived yesterday, always a joyful reunion. Admittedly, this photo was taken during a visit in June; I'm still working on how to download photos from my camera and my iPhone on to the computer.
The miraculous part is that the two "boys" managed to connect me to the Internet. I can now blog from my room for the first time in six or seven months.
For months I tested positive for having a urinary tract infection. I promised you the story of my hallucinations. They were more vivid than anything that actually happens in my life. And they continued for some time before we were told that often urinary tract infections can mimic the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease or senior dementia.
The children first noticed when there was a change in my ability to communicate. I told them, in all seriousness, that I had been shopping for swimwear with Michelle Obama among other ridiculous and impossible claims. My creative imagination wove complicated situations into vivid fantasies.....not especially pleasant ones. Several times I was holed up in an attic in an empty house. Always someone from my real life would figure in the account. Not pretty, I can assure you.
That part's behind me, thank God. And five kinds of antibiotics finally cured the long-lasting UTI, either that or it was the supplement discovered by Tim online. We may never know. Of this I'm sure, though. All those antibiotics set the scene for some nasty rashes and one of the medications caused spots and unbearable itching that were diagnosed and treated as scabies. Five treatments I had, to eradicate the invading itch causing mites.......cream applied from chin to toe and showered off eight hours later. Five treatments with no visible improvement. Anyone who entered my room first had to don a yellow gown and gloves.
The quarantine lasted over two weeks. It was a lonely time.
Susan, in Alaska, came up with the possibility of the prescribed Keflex causing an allergic reaction. Right she was.
We're enjoying Owen and his parents and trying to forget some of our recent episodes.
How I long to tell Mr. Bob some of these stories. All the more reason that the web log must carry on.