That is until I noticed the sudden acute onset of a tingling sensation, and numbness, bilaterally, and simultaneously in my thumbs, and forefingers of both hands.

Here again I merely thought that I was just shivering because I was freezing myself as the room was ridiculously cold so I took a break, and went to the kitchen to get some hot coco.

OK now here's where I got the shit scared out of me, Big time.

I got dizzy, and suddenly became aware of the heat in my eyelids, so I knew that I was running a fever. Then I felt my heart starting to act weird.

That along with the numbness, and tingling in my thumbs, and fingers caused me to wonder if I was about ready to stroke out, or if I was having a mild cardiac event.

So I swallowed one aspirin, and did another one bilingually putting it under my tongue to dissolve, and called EMS for assistance.

When they got to my house they confirmed a body temperature of one hundred three degrees, and ran an EKG.

The EKG ruled out hear attack, however, they noticed my slightly erratic heart rate, and that my blood pressure was erratic as well as they monitored me for several minutes.

I decided to err on the side of safety, and requested to be transported to a local hospital, where I was admitted later that same night.

Then for the next several days I was poked, prodded, and stuck with everything imaginable, and almost completely drained of blood by some blood thirsty vampire using the disguise of a lab tech.

They did blood cultures, and urine analysis, and even a complete body bone scan, all to no avail.

The only thing that they could tell me for sure was that I had "some type of infection" running rampant in my body.

Shit! The only reason that they could even tell me that was because my white cell blood count was in excess of thirty thousand.

So they filled me full of some kind of kind of antibiotic, that caused me to start shitting baby shit yellow, along with several quarts of some saline concoction through an IV for several days.

My fever finally broke late on my third day of hospitalization and by the fifth day my white cell count was close enough to normal for the doctor to feel that it was safe to let me go home with yet more antibiotics to take by mouth for the next ten days.

When I asked the doctor what was wrong with me he answers "It was either ABC, or XYZ" so that tells me that they never did figure out what was causing my problem.

Now here's something that I had noticed, paid attention to, and thought was real strange.

Several times during his examinations the doctor had asked me "Have you been to New Orleans since hurricane Katrina?"

Normally I wouldn't have thought anything about that but he asked the question several times, and in several different ways, kind of like a cop would do if they were trying to catch you lying.

That along with the fact that I already knew that a lot of people have up and died due to several different diseases that they caught while wading around in all of that contaminated flood water in N.O. rescuing people makes me wonder just how much the government health people aren't telling all the chumps that their trying to get to move back into that freaking cesspool. 

Anyway, I've been out of the hospital since late on the twenty-eight of March, and am slowly returning to normal now that I've finished with all of those antibiotics.

I should be feeling like posting something else pretty soon now.

♥ Wendy