I was half awake with a lot of wound pain and a fever all night. I might be pushing myself a little too much. I just finished working two shifts in a row, and maybe that is not such a great idea, but it really helps my psyche with this crap. I like putting my problems on the backburner and showing myself and my co-workers that this is nothing, that I can easily deal with this with humour and ease. But today is not such a good day. I feel really, really weak and shaky after last night. I took a T#3 for the pain this morning and am hoping it is helping with the feverish feeling. I have to walk to the nursing clinic and I am hoping I can do that with stubborn pride for myself at least. I thought Vanco and doxy could kill everything driving me down right now, but I guess this infection is going to take a lot out of me. I just wish this shit wouldn't just keep happening to me. I can only take so much before I break.
I have absolutely no appetite today except for coffee.