Backtracking: February 16th-24th

I write out the word 'calm' with slight amusement tonight, as I realize my definition of calm is and was anything but. Needless to say, home IVs were not the cakewalk I'd hoped for; I woke up with my usual start-of-IV-fever, and coughed up streaky blood two days in. After one week of IVs not much had changed, if anything I felt worse on my insane schedule coupled with the pressure to gain weight and monitor my blood sugars (which is difficult to do when all you want to do is sleep, plus the blood sugar monitoring required 2-hr fasting). I spent the week in a complete zombified state, hanging my Tazocin every 6 hrs and Meropenum every 8, whilst doing my regular treatments in between (three nebulizers a day and three physios a day for those taking note). At the beginning of the week, I was ambitious enough to continue walking around the block so I wouldn't evolve into some sort of useless lump on the couch, but by the weekend I was completely drained and couldn't get off the couch--I had no problems with accepting my role as couch mole.