Let me start with the good things: I had my best friend by my side. I didn’t throw up. I didn’t get thrush. I got to cuddle with a beautiful Golden Retriever, the nursing staff was golden. They were attentive, seemed to know what I needed before I needed it and were right there with a drug to help me with it. Now that I look back on this list, that is a lot of good things. TBTG!
Now, I’ll tell you the bad stuff. I have skin in my fricking eyes. Yes, every part of me, my eyelids, my tongue, my lips, my face, my ears and EVERYTHING else you can imagine is peeling. And the little bits of skin are in my eyes. I cannot even describe how uncomfortable I am. I was complaining about how the skin flakes looked on my black shirt. Grandin Eakle just laid it out, “Wear a white shirt, dummy!” Well, Grandin, I didn’t bring a white shirt. ol’ buddy. I guess we’ll be buying one tomorrow.
OK, I have NEVER seen testicles like that! And Oh My God, they are attached to me. That is all I’m going to say about that. Please pray for my comfort. It seems it is quite a ways away, from the look of things.
I have gained 20 pounds of water weight. I will start taking Lasix tomorrow to get rid of the additional water I’m carrying.
I got through it. And, after a week or two or recuperating time, we’re going to go back up there and do it again. I can’t believe it. Now that I know what to expect, I may have to have a gun pointed at me to make me go. This stuff could cure me. That is enough of a gun.
I’m going to sleep. Just wanted to update you and I’m sorry. I know it is TMI. I have decided to tell this story, though. The good and the bad. This was some bad shit. Really bad.