Tag Archives: Sick & Shut In

*Hand Clap* Me and You, Us Never Part

19 Aug

“Me and you, us never part. Makidada. Me and you, us have one heart. Makidada. Ain’t no ocean, ain’t no sea. Makidada. Keep my sister away from me.”

As apparent as it is that The Color Purple is one of my ALL TIME favorite movies, this post has little if anything to do with Celie and Nettie.  I only referenced their singsong rhyme to point out that barring my ascension to The Pearly Gates, there isn’t a whole lot that would keep me from chatting with you guys via The Fanny Pack.

Unfortunately, my mini-hiatus this month has had a lot to do with some physical health circumstances.  A few weeks back, I was once again sidelined with migraines and some other funky stuff that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but that I knew wasn’t quite right and had me feeling some kinda way!  Deciding that I had to go back to the doctors once again, and not leave there until I got some satisfactory answers, I ended up with even more tests, blood work, detailed analysis and enough poking and prodding to last two lifetimes.

And while I have seen and spoken to my primary care physician multiple times this week, she still wants to treat and retest me due to her immense displeasure at my original results.  Still, with my health (physical and mental), real life and the other daily goings-on that keep me busy nonstop, I just wanted to take a second to let you  guys know that I’ve not forgotten about you, and that you all coming to The Pack to allow me to decompress is always the highlight of my day!


Woman Down…and Up Again!

3 Jul

With a partial body shutdown and a hellacious work schedule, eventually something had to suffer.  Unfortunately it was my health and my blog.

Thankfully, I am feeling better, have rescheduled my neurology appointment, am actively managing my workload and my creative juices are flowing!

Yea Me!

Whew, That’s Better!

7 Feb

As is the case whenever I’m not feeling well, on technology hiatus or simply on some covert government mission designed to bring freedom and democracy to the masses on a global scale addressing “real life” as I live it, I truly miss The Pack and her Faithful whenever I’m not here.  And while it is common knowledge that I’ve been battling some pretty heinous migraines and random viruses as of late, it was an arbitrary case of food poisoning that kicked tail and took names in my upper and lower G.I. a couple of days ago.

With that though, a sincere thank you to all that wished me well by text, questioned my whereabouts on “the Twitter”, over-reactively sent out the search party or called just to ensure I was still alive (actually conversation).  But to those of you who contacted me and began the conversation with “I know you’re sick but…”, just know that I’ve already repented for calling down a pox on your credit score and a stubbed, blackened and in-grown nail on your pinky toe (with an $80 podiatrist/specialist co-pay on your health insurance and no appointment openings until April).

See, I’m feeling better already.


Migraines, Fever, Flu and The CDC

8 Nov

It’s been far too long Pack Faithful, and being away from you all has really made me feel like Celie and Nettie…You and me will never part *Hand Clap*

So, here’s the lowdown on why I’ve been M.I.A. for the past few weeks…

Two weekends ago, after experiencing the sort of brain ache that made me want to extend a personal two-angel-detail invitation to both Michael and Gabriel to escort me on to glory, I was dragged kicking and screaming strongly encouraged to return to my doctor’s office for better analysis of my situation and more tests to determine what has really been going on with me.  When I finally made the call for an appointment that Tuesday (two full days after feeling like I’d gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson…the late 80’s heavyweight camp, not the ear biting, facial tattooed round-in-the-middle Mike), I had already been suffering with a fever that had been sitting at a consistent 103 degrees.

After a bevy of questions and some poking and prodding, my doctor was convinced that I was her first case of flu for the season (and even though I was deliriously feverish, I am convinced that she delivered this diagnosis in an almost giddy fashion…like she won the “First Flu Case” office pool or something!).  Writing out more than a half dozen prescriptions for my aches and pains, she hopped onto her computer and dialed up the Center for Disease Control to determine if there was a new strain of flu that had been identified for the season.  Once satisfied that I’d not been infected with some new and improved mutated bug, she administered a non-to-gentle Tamiflu shot in the tuckus and sent me to the lab for some blood work.

A day later, my doctor called to let me know that my tests had determined that I did not have the flu, but because my fever had not broken and my head was still throbbing, she wanted me to come in for even more tests.  This visit ended with me feeling like a human pin cushion and with an appointment with a specialist for the following week for an MRI and a CAT scan.

I’m told that the next couple of days included a pharmaceutically induced tirade (or three) where I fired my pool guy for trespassing (note: I don’t have a pool guy…or a pool), fussed at my nephew for being careless after I single-handedly saved him from spies and accused my honey of getting me sick for life insurance purposes.  Again, this is all hearsay (and if you ask me, more than a bit exaggerated) but if I did utter such outlandish things, surely the daily Tamiflu-Hydrocodone-Promethazine cocktail I was taking would be to blame, no?

So basically as it stands now, my doctor seems to believe that yet another migraine triggered something most foul that put me out of commission for seven whole days, and I must now spend a $70 specialist referral co-pay visit a neurologist to see if he can better pinpoint what the problem is and how best to fix it.

See?  You had to know that there was a good reason for me to leave you guys hanging for so long.  And just know that I forgive each of you for secretly accusing me of being negligent and egregious.  With that however, I do ask that on my behalf, you send up a quick prayer that 1) these migraines are only a result of stress and nothing more and 2) I learn to manage my stress better so that my body never again decides to go on auto-pilot and shut down in the name of self-preservation.

Please and Thanks!


Weekend Warrior: Showers, Brunches & Ball Games

20 Sep

After last week’s hectic work schedule, I was looking forward to chillaxing over the weekend and simply curling up with a deactivated alarm clock and a good book.  I knew there were a few obligations that I had to honor on both Saturday and Sunday, but for the most part I’d planned for a drama free, Pack Approved Weekend.

Clearly, my sinuses did NOT get that memo.  Waking up Saturday morning at 7 a.m. (thanks to the babychild breathing 2 inches from my face with an “I’m hungry” on his lips), my nose and throat felt as though they’d simultaneously snorted and gargled hydrochloric acid.  Remembering that my honey was feeling under the weather for much of the week, I was pretty sure that I was likely suffering from the same little bug that he had.  Of course, when he got up Saturday morning, there was a spring in his step and no trace of illness could be found.

Girding myself up for a long 48 hours, I self-medicated on Halls, Earl Gray and Motrin, put on my big girl bloomers and got busy.  Successfully checking a Jack & Jill Baby Shower, Church Services, and My Sunday Savvy Sisters Brunch off of my weekend to-do list, I crashed and burned into my bed around 3 o’clock on Sunday afternoon.  With several hours of undisturbed rest under my belt (my honey’s daddy duty was much appreciated) I woke up feeling a little better…that is, until I turned on The Washington v. Houston game and died a little death as I watched Graham Gano make a 52-yard field goal in overtime, just as The Texans called an “ice the kicker” timeout; which of course resulted in him missing that same kick on his second try.

But in true silver lining fashion, the comforting prospect to the Skins’ loss and my depleted voice (having screamed in total dismay; to the honey’s complete amusement), was the fact that Dallas also took a dive…and to Da Bears at their home opener Sunday night. 

Yep, color me catty!  🙂

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