Kage Baker was outraged when she was diagnosed with a gastrointestinal infection after her cancer surgery.
“How can I get a plain old stomach flu when I have cancer?” she demanded. “It’s just not right. Hell, with all the drugs I’m taking, how is it even possible?”
Good question (for which no one had an answer). But she was quite incensed at the injustice of it; she felt that if you have something major, you ought to be spared the wretched little things.
I agree. I was patient about the weird attack of Klebsiella. I was patient about the infection with enterovirus E. cocci that kept me in the hospital an extra three days post-surgery. But now I seem to have a plain old gastroenteritis, and I protest! Wanly, weakly and plaintively, as I am shivering in my bed with a fever and trying really hard not to throw up …
My incision is quite healed over at the surface. Nonetheless, I think puking with a recent slice in one’s abdomen is probably contra-indicated. Whether or not it is clinically unwise, I simply don’t want to do it.
Luckily, my bed is warm and soft and I have lots of red jello and chocolate pudding to hand for when I think I might survive a meal. Kimberly thinksof everything. In the meantime, I’m going back to bed.
How easily we get whiney about small problems when we’ve defeated the big ones! Maybe it’s a sign I am really recovering, that I can waste time bitching about the flu. As soon as I have some energy, I’ll feel ashamed of myself. In the meantime, this is no fair.