Blog Archives

Paw is home

Image

Reply

Advertisements

Freedom

Image

Reply

For over a year I’ve had a PIC line in through which I received IV antibiotics for Mycobacterium lung disease. I took various antibiotics, several of which made me deathly ill, one damaged my hearing, so I ended up on Zithromycin for about a year.

PIC line is gone, PTL.
However, there are spots in my lungs that were not there last time I saw him-which was late last year. He says some of it is pneumonia; some may be mycobacterium–but some appears to be different and may be something that has become resistant and has broken off.
I have an oral antibiotic to take, if i can possibly tolerate it, Cepro, and if I feel better after taking that, come back in 3 months. If I don’t get better, call and come on in. I got him some sputum to have tested but may still have to do the scope if the meds don’t clear me up.
He also did not like the sound of my heart valves–I have mitral valve prolapse–so sent me for an echocardiogram. Of course, blood drawn.
Right now I’m eating yogurt and I’ve restocked my probiotics and  am preparing my stomach for this new med. Praying I can tolerate it, praying it does it’s work.
I did enjoy my first hindrance free shower this morning in over a year. 😀 :D. I told Ella, pastor’s wife and precious friend, that I scrubbed everything twice, shaved everything good, and just enjoyed not having to worry about wetting a bandage.

Alcohol needed

Image

Reply

                                   I make herbal tinctures and oils. Oils are herbs steeped in either Sunflower, Olive or other oil and tinctures are steeped in at least 80 proof alcohol. I also make jellies. Last week I bought the utility shelf seen in the background to put my inventory of jellies on. I had Shandi and Ana help me put it together (at least the bottom part). As we were working on figuring it out Ana says, “Maw, did you have to have the alcohol to put it together?”

For a moment I didn’t know what she meant, then I noticed I had left the bottle of vodka and oil sitting on the table from my last herbing.

Love that young’un.