A Spring of Joy

I’m in the hospital.

Yes.

You read that right. Here’s the short version:

Spent two days in bed.
High fever. Aches.
My arm began to get red rash all over it.
This happened last year, so I knew what was happening.
Saw doctor.
Put on oral antibiotics which I couldn’t keep down.
Am in hospital.

I have a skin infection in my right arm that can’t clear up on it’s own because there is no lymphatic system to fight the infection. I am running a fever, taking IV antibiotics, and surviving on lots of nice pain meds. I was admitted yesterday and should be here for at least three days.

So that’s where I’ve been.

How I’ve been, you ask?

Discouraged is an understatement. Am breathing deep and begging for God glimpses each moment. My dear friend, Sarah once told me, “We believe His plans are perfect, but it’s okay not to understand.” I am believing… clinging to truth. I have nothing else to cling to.

I’ll update more once I know more… and once the dilauded doesn’t make my brain so fuzzy… at least I assume that’s the delaudid.

We are all so tired. So very tired of life in general right now…

And poor Brian didn’t get his Irish stew last night.