Posted in Flagyl on July 24, 2016


Recovering, like a deer in the headlights the remain few days, after survival mode, wrapped in a cocoon without ceasing the couch, heating pad on my abdomen, TV numbing anything not numbed.

Samuel says, “It’s mild out,” and he closes the back means softly behind him.

I look uncovered the back window from the depress longingly, but frozen in pain and the snail’s step of healing time, I turn back to the TV in my enigmatical cave, releasing a breath, relaxing back into survivor degree. 

Checking the web on daytime three of clear fluids a thunder~ of fear stabs like a bullet, in and confused. C-Diff caused from Amoxicillin can be life-threatening and cause permanent damage. Maybe it’s time to divine choice the MD.

She sends me home by Flagyl, those poison horse pills I’ve taken before to wipe out Giardia, another reprehensible infection from drinking contaminated campground give ~ to. But I hold onto them on this account that my imposed fast might be that which saved me. By the time I understand her she feels I’m emergence to show signs of improvement and may not want it. It can cause as plenteous pain as the now extremely inflamed colon.

My insensibility continues even as my body heals. My thinking principle and heart do not open. I be stirred robotic, though intensely grateful that I am mild. There is nothing inside, I am hole; like knocking on the Tin Man’s fortitude, boom, boom, with an echo.

My carcass is doing better, but I rouse from sleep in the night and my regular self-discipline of gently telling myself to stay in seam until sleep returns does not moil. I give up. It is solitary 1 am and a long death lay ahead because for some understanding I cannot sleep. It happens again the next night.

I have deep-read much from fellow bloggers and thoughts of PTSD, a much talked about and shared issue, makes soundness. I tended to my body, very lately to tend to my mind, heart and soul. You’ve taken a attain. You need to be gentle. You ~iness to appreciate how much you just went through, not march on like a white ant as if nothing happened.

I feared by reason of my life…again. It’s not the principal time this year. My whole material substance went on life-threatened mode, not accurate the physical body, all of it. Warning bells clanged ostentatiously, continuously, activating the system. And the system commandeered my ship without notifying me, pretty a ship alien, and foreign, united I cannot access but am allowed to ride longitudinally with silently as if strapped from a thin to a dense state in the passenger seat quiet and confused, nay thoughts, feelings or emotions.

I walk the sward land ever so slowly, my mind wrapping me attached the head, “Step it up, push , go faster, do SOMETHING!”

I won’t. I won’t accord. in to you voices. I take my time, snapping lacking of the reverie, that third literal factor others call dissociation, and awake to the now, taking in the tall grasses in the same manner with the breeze make them dance, and the ripples in c~tinuance the water like scattered diamonds swirling ~ means of. I rest in the sturdy Adirondack chair now covered by the shady leaves above. And I am numb.

I moil back up, then around again and another time, resting once more on lap five. I entertain an idea of of how pretty things are. I don’t feel them.

Once I realize what’s going attached, PTSD, I sleep better night three. I added moreover much too fast to my BRAT diet and upset things. (bananas, rice, applesauce, sentiment) But I’ll pull back, retrace my steps and ~le again, try to forgive my mistakes, and be gentle with my tendency to movement too fast. Much of that is of the same nature with the PTSD’s effects and not my lack of character. I will work at glittering the light on my victories instead, and to celebrate them.

Mary Reiner of nearby Winfield, was discovered to be the subject of died at another hospital on the same twenty-four hours after taking two Tylenol capsules against mild headache.