EAGER FOR TODAY’S MYSTERY TO BECOME YESTERDAY’S NEWS

Lets recap for clarity sake:

Over this past year, I’ve not felt like myself—as nothing was diagnosed to worry family and friends unnecessarily, I’ve been pretty quiet about the variety of specialists I’ve seen since last Sept., beginning at the neurological clinic which Will whisked me off to the first time my speech was garbled.  Several neurologists at this clinic, which is world renown, have been following me ever since, and they’ve administered a barrage of mental tests, all of which have, thus far, offered up superior results in every aspect of brain function, although garbled speech has seen me transported to the institute three times, in all.   (On the bright side, my battery of tests scores were so high that Will can no longer tell me that I have rocks in my head when we disagree—LOL!)😊

During recent weeks, my symptoms—chronic headache, burning sensations deep within my chest, night sweats and fatigue, all of which remained of mysterious origin—until lately—have worsened.  Thank goodness, my annual physical of two weeks ago included a chest X-ray, which brought to light a silent pneumonia (no coughing or wheezing).  As a Z-pak improved nothing, the culprit must not be bacterial, and as today’s X-ray follow up shows that the infection has spread over more of my lung, I’m being tested for Valley Fever, which can lead to pneumonia if the original infection remains undiagnosed, over long. 

Though it’s not like my upbeat spirit to fill a post with one physical ailment after another, I believe you’d like to be kept in the loop now that my self respecting attitude of pro activity has seen my symptoms of the past year grounded in whatever is afflicting my lung (whether that proves to be a virus, a very stubborn bacteria, or a fungus among us), so I’ll fill you in once the result of my blood test is known (sometime next week, so I’ve been told.).  In the meantime, I have appointments with a new neurologist ( because of the headaches and episodes of garbled speech) as well as a pulmonologist at my sons’ request (Mom!  Now that you’ve been ill for a year and know pneumonia is keeping you down, why haven’t you asked for a referral to a pulmonologist?  Good question, right?  Just goes to show that even a brain, which has been tested to function at a superior level of performance, is in need of a heartfelt village  to brainstorm, together, most especially when the going gets rough enough for so long as to scramble your processor until  your brain functions below par once illness has undermined good health for quite a spell ...

Other than the mysterious nature of my year long malady, all is well with our family, and since my positively focused perspective, concerning maintaining an attitude of patience with our medical protocol, is intact, I truly feel blessed to be cared for so lovingly by my family and friends.

As in keeping with custom on The Jewish New Year, when we wish one another every good thing life has to offer—I hope the year ahead provides one and all with sound reasons to embrace good health, happiness, and some small but effective part to play in providing for a greater sense of personal safety within those whose anxiety spikes for sound reason as a warning sign of inner need to unite each person’s spirit with the universal spirit concerning our contribution to the greater good in hopes of re-establishing our lost sense of peaceful co-existence upon sacred ground.

🙋🏻‍♀️Tugboat Annie

PS
In addition to comparing my spirit to a tug boat, determined to make its way up stream, you may remember my think tank as being a plan maker extraordinaire.  And as I ‘plan’ to recover my robust connection to good health as soon as possible, hopefully with the right meds, this toxic army of little critters will swiftly shrink up and be reduced to nothing more than yesterday’s news!
Long Live Re-energized Vitality!
🙋🏻‍♀️🌈 Your friend, Annie