"intravenous" the musical

Well, surgery is over, port is placed. The tubes are kinda freaking Robyn out, but mostly because she is concerned about it hurting me, or if she’s going to accidentally touch it and hurt me. I found an entry in her journal the other day that said, “I love mommy the most becose she is the sickest in are famley.” Heartbreaking, right? She is so empathetic and sweet. Of course, then she turns around and screams at me because I told her to wear the wrong pair of shoes. But that is life with children. Can I get an “Amen!” in the house?

“I'm leavin’ on a jet plane, don’t know when I”ll be back again, Oh baby, I hate to go…” A little Peter, Paul and Mary with your morning coffee. Okay, I am leaving, but I don’t think it will be a jet, and I do know when I’m coming home. And, hmmm, well no, I don’t hate to go. So I guess the song is moot. Well, at least I got it stuck in your head for the rest of the day. You can thank me later.

Charles and I are flying to Washington DC late tonight. My momma is here – “Hallelujah!” *hear the strains of Händel’s Hallelujah Chorus ringing in your ears* She is watching the kiddos until we get back on Wednesday. Very short trip. I just have to see Dr. Jemsek and have my first dose of IV antibiotics while they watch me closely to make sure I stay alive. Ladies and Gents tune your stations to Sunny 106.5 for a walk down memory lane – a little Bee Gees for you, “Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, Stayin’ Alive, Stayin’ Alive! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, Stayin’ Ali-i-i-ive!”  Okay, so assuming I do stay alive, after my appointment, I will return home Wednesday morning and continue IV antibiotic therapy here.

At this point, I am really okay. I’m not scared, although after watching “Under Our Skin” maybe I should be. Herx reactions are no joke – but I think I’m ready for it. I’m really just ready to beat this. “Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, no one wants to be defeated!” (Or the less well known lyrics by budding musicians Brooke and Mindy Shepherd “no one wants to eat a feet it!”) You didn’t think I could end this little musical montage without a little Michael, now did you?

So, I’d love to see you all. I know, I know. I’m an invalid, I have crazy tubes coming out of me, I’m not wearing makeup and my hair’s not done, I may be puking or having a seizure - surely there’s a Dolly Parton song somewhere in there….. Whatever, come see me if you can!