My Life As A Farce

Still sick, now worse.

Posted By Cassandra Disque on June 6, 2009

I’m well into my third week of being completely bedridden. My latest tests show that the infection in my lungs — the bronchitis and the pneumonia — have actually cleared up. But I’m still really, really sick. As it turns out, I have a septic blood infection (sepsis).

40% of people with sepsis actually die from it.

I’ve been on antibiotics for two full weeks already and the infection is still there, which means that if this latest round of Cipro and Biaxin doesn’t kick it, I could be looking at dialysis.

I’m actually kind of dying. I mean, my kidneys are failing to clean the infection from my blood, and as a result, my total system is slowly failing.

I’ve been monstrously dehydrated despite drinking loads of liquids, and rotten exhausted despite three weeks of nothing but bed rest. I’m still okay enough to be at home fighting this, but if the current round of medication doesn’t do it then I’ll be in the hospital receiving fluids intravenously and the like. I didn’t tell Matt that part because he’s already freaked out enough.

I haven’t been able to work in three weeks so our finances hurt. We’re still supposed to be moving next month into the house we’re supposed to be buying, but right now that seems about as realistic as Santa Claus. Simply bathing causes me to be so worn out that I have to return to bed, so packing up this apartment might as well be climbing Mount Everest. Matt still has a broken wrist, too, so he’s not exactly 100% capable, either.

Dude, it’s always some shit. WTF?

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Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.

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"The Drag of Gimp"

Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.

My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."