Disney and C Diff.

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I’ve noticed a lot of hits lately on my blog from the search “Disney and C Diff” or “Disney trip and C Diff” and “surviving C Diff”. If you were directed here because one or more of those searches and have questions, please feel free to ask. I suffered from a severe C Diff infection July-October 2009 (I was hospitalized off and on during that time) and made a Disney trip that September with my doctor’s permission. You can either leave a comment below- which I do moderate, so you can specify if you want me to post it or not or you can use my comment page. Just know that you are not alone and I will keep everything anonymous.



2009’s week from HELL.

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Have you noticed something lately?

I haven’t really been around. On here, on Twitter and not really on Facebook either (besides the updates when I can). So here’s what’s been going on…

On December 13th M was diagnosed with pneumonia, which you already knew.

On December 14th, J was rushed from work in the afternoon to Miami Valley Hospital …Continue Reading…


To give you an update…

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If you’re new here- welcome! If you’re one of my regulars- welcome back!
I thought I’d give you all an update on my health.
For those of you that don’t know, I have been battling C Diff since July 22, of this year. I’ve been on several medications (7-11 daily) off and on, have had a CT scan, stays in the hospital and even a colonoscopy. All at 26.
I went off the Vanco (supposedly the miracle drug that cures this nasty super bug) the Thursday before last, and as of yesterday morning, I was doing great. But things took a turn for the worse (not nearly as bad as before mind you) and the C Diff is back. I’ve got the same symptoms, just not nearly as severe (at the moment). As soon as the symptoms emerged (within moments) I was back on the Vanco. Soooo, that’s where we are for the moment. Florastor and Vanco combo. Hopefully this will be my last round, but we’ll see!
Wish me luck, and please pray for my sick colon!


I turned down a spa day.

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I know, you think I’ve finally lost it. That the C Diff has gone to my brain. But in spite of this thought, I assure you, I am as sane as I have been in a very long time.

So, here’s the story.

With C Diff looming in my life for the past 8 or so weeks, I’ve had to look forward to something when I got better. So J and I agreed upon a spa day, even though I know we really can’t afford it (You want honesty and integrity? I got it right here, baby!) because of my huge medical bills and his student loans. But, we both agreed that after everything I’ve gone through, I deserve it. And besides, I need one of those break moments.

But that was until about an hour ago.

I went to my eye-doctor to get a pair of sunglasses (that were completely covered by our eye insurance!). And then I turned around, and I fell head over heals in love with these:
If I could draw sunshine and rainbows all over this page, I would.

Now here’s my theory. If I was willing to spend my husband’s hard earned money on a spa day for me, wouldn’t it make more sense to replace my old, bent out of shape, holding on by a thread (and by thread I mean super glue) current glasses?

And oh boy, would these make me happy! Just look at them! When I put them on, I was in my happy place!

And they are made by my favorite eye-glass brand in the world- Ray Ban!
May you Men In Black fans rejoice (yes, I am a dork, but if you’re reading my blog you should know that already)!

So while my sunglasses were FREE dollars, I must wait a few more weeks (or months) before I can afford my Clubmasters. But I promise you, I will own them. One way or another!

It’s my goal.

Get better.

Get Ray Ban Clubmasters.


And it keeps on gettin’ better!

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Well, this morning started off a little, um, rocky.
J woke up with a nasty toothache. And now has to have an emergency root canal this afternoon. It’s one of his molars. And it’s going to cost us a lot. Bye- bye vacation money!

M woke up with crud. Lots and lots of crud. And a fever. She’s whiny and miserable. Poor kid. I’m flooding her system with oranges, orange juice, water and oatmeal.

I’m still sick, and feel worse than I did last night.
The best part of all of this though? Is that my normally-active M is cuddly because she is sick. I never get to sit and snuggle with my little girl because she’s always on the move.
It’s the little things, right?

So I leave you with this for today:

O Lord, my strength and my fortress, my refuge in time of distress. (Jeremiah 16:19)