Kate Baker was an indomitable fighter against most illnesses. She powered through most ailments with the steely calm of a gunfighter; no drama and no big deal, just getting the job done.
Cancer only got her because she inadvertently died. Had there not been so much extra crap to try and get through, had it not tired her out so freaking badly, I think she could have beaten it. But she fell asleep.
Before that, the only thing that really slowed her down were respiratory diseases. Colds and flu always felled her. She got bronchitis like most people get sunburnt. She bitched more about colds than she ever did about the cancer. Let’s face it, Dear Readers, colds can kick one’s butt all out of proportion to the relevant cellular warfare.
I have a cold. It’s winning. Luckily, I have Nyquil, so I can sleep a lot.
I also have a new insulin regimen. Pro: it seems to be a tipping point of efficiency, and my blood sugar is going down! Con … my body is protesting adapting to a lower blood sugar level. I can adapt to things with a speed that astounds and infuriates my doctors, which is evidently what it did in getting used to the insanely high levels I have had recently. Until the insulin and my glucose reach detente, that too is leaving me pretty much asleep.
I like to think I am pretty tough. And maybe I am. But right now, I am a tough broad who is mostly unconscious.
Dazzling prose will resume as soon as I can stay awake reliably. In the meantime, I shall peck out little notes to you all while my blood sugar boils and bubbles.
And now for a warming glass of Nyquil. Good night, all.