Here we go again.

So you've probably wondered where I disappeared to. I was in the hospital for the last ten days. Three days after the latest trip to the hospital I developed a crazy fever, vomit, shaking, the works, and had to be rushed to the first aid. I spent a few hours there hooked to liquids, and just when it looked like I was getting better, I had a sort of seizure and stopped breathing for a few minutes. Which, by the way, was so terrifying it has now exacerbated my claustrophobia. Hurrah. So they did all their tests and it turned out I had one of those nasty infections people get in hospitals, super bacteria, because of course I did. I spent a whole week with a high fever, in horrible pain, and getting food and drink from drips because I couldn't eat anything without throwing up. I started feeling better last sunday, and today they let me go home so I can go do the usual immunotherapy tomorrow, since I skipped one with the fever and all.

I'm still feeling weak, but a lot better. At least the appetite is back. I had planned to go back home last week, I already had the train tickets and all, but that had to be postponed. The good news is, on monday I got surgery and they removed the cvc, which was the cause of the infection. So at least I don't have that anymore. I was so scared of the possibility of an infection because of that stupid thing, and all the doctors said it was so rare I shouldn't have worried, and then it happened.

So now the plan is, eat a lot of good food, avoid closed spaces, and maybe I can go back home for a week in June. I miss my cat.