Two weeks ago, I developed a serious infection. I was hospitalized and started on IV medicine. I was released from the hospital. Since coming home, I am doing poorly. I have a significant headache, neck stiffness and out of this world exhaustion. I am frequently short of breath and feel as though I cannot move without becoming dizzy.
I have reached out to specialists to help me. However, no one has reviewed my case. I saw my primary care provider. She sent in a referral, but the referral was faxed to the wrong clinic. (The doctor could not find the correct clinic in the system. Thus, she cannot fax it to the correct clinic.)
I am so tired fighting. The infection rages on. Depending on the statistics, the infection has a 22-74% mortality rate.
I wonder why things have to be so hard. I know at any moment God can move mountains. God can arrange for me to be seen by a specialist. God can cure me. And yet, I wait. My IV medicine runs out next week. If I am not prescribed any more medicine, there is a high likelihood the infection will flourish.
