So October 3rd was pretty great. The week following? Hmm, not so much. The travel most enthusiastically kicked my booty. You know that saying, “nothing is impossible with God”? It’s true. Somehow I did indeed make it to Rhode Island and back. But I am pretty sure that pigs could fly more easily than I can, even when taking into account my advantage of having an airplane to help me with that endeavor.

Consequently my body has been angry all week, finally culminating with a high fever and a trip to the ER last night. I was admitted so the doctors could keep a close eye on me… And it’s a good thing, too, as my blood counts took a big hit in a matter of hours. We still don’t know what’s up. Could it be a Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis (HLH) flare? Sure. Kind of looking that way. Could it be sepsis brewing? Mhmm. A possibility but cultures have come back clear so far. Could it be Post Booty Kicking Syndrome (PBKS)? The NIH has yet to release any statistics on PBKS, but I think it is a reasonable addition to the suspect list in this particular case.

I know you’re anxiously awaiting the details of my Rhode Island trip, but for now I am just gonna have to offer an IOU. Capeesh? But in the meantime, could you please pray for me? I know that I can always count on you! Toodles!

“My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; He is mine forever.” – Psalm 73:26