I called the witch doctor and this is what he said:
He also said STRESS.
Yep. Long term exposure to stress has depleted my immune system so much that a minor infection that didn't even show up in blood tests made me sick. The nausea? More stress-related illness. Now I'm on a z-pack and ph.enegren for the nausea. Holy crap if I don't feel as manic as the video images! Still, nice to be on the mend finally after weeks of bed rest.
I had always wondered why the level of stress we were under hadn't caught up with me. No need to wonder, it did. Ooo Eee Oo Ah Ah ting tang walla walla bing bang.
Here's hoping that when I've finished this round of antibiotics I stay on my feet. And here's to hoping that when the review board goes over Sissy's case she isn't discharged in the next two weeks because it will surely undo my recovery. I going to have to take it all so slowly. I may be feeling better, keeping food and fluids in but I'm still dizzy, sluggish and beaten down.
I've thought of having my doctor write a letter to explain how significantly Sissy's level of needs has impacted my health specifically in addition to the rest of us. I doubt it would do any good.
Did a phone therapy session with Sissy yesterday since I couldn't make the trip on Wednesday. 50% of the session was silence from Sissy who seemed either incredibly bored and disinterested or completely incapable of processing the questions being asked of her. Probably both. Whatever. We knew she wouldn't receive treatment, she's not willing or able to recognize the need in herself to change. We're just hoping her stay lasts longer than a month.
Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang