Why When You Are On The Brink of Death, Is The Perfect Time To Buy A Car

 

1999 CRV PRINCE wouldn't be caught dead driving this

1999 CRV/ PRINCE wouldn’t be caught dead driving this

My dearest husband, Mr. B, is a creature of habit.  He likes the known, the safe and the routine.  He is the happiest when nothing interferes with his daily routine.  He gets up at the same time everyday,  shaves the way he always does, brushes his teeth in the right order (always before flossing) and takes the same route to work, stopping at his favorite morning place for caffeine.  Any deviation from his scheduled plan can and will set him off for the remainder of the day.  I love him, nevertheless.

I could not be more opposite.  I do not like one day to be anything like the next.  I like to change it up, mix it up and I loathe routine. Blah.  Freedom and spontaneity are my thing.  I have been known to run around my neighborhood bra-less and free on more than one occasion.  I have been caught dancing with feathers for the sake of freedom.  My friend, Mama can attest to this.

So, when it came time in the recent weeks, to get rid of his 1999 tin can  CRV, he was not happy.  Yes, I said 1999.  As in the song, 1999 by Prince.  I am not dreaming as I write this but you can still sue me if I go too fast.

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Four days after I was released from the hospital with a serious illness, we headed to a dealership with a particular car in mind.  To say that I was a bit out of it is an understatement and the reason Mr. B took control of the negotiating with the sales man.  Being a former banking officer, I usually take the lead in these situations.  He did a great job and we signed a purchase and sales agreement.

Both of us felt good about the car but there was something about the salesman that we did not quite trust.  I do not believe I am alone in having these thoughts about car salesmen, am I?.  He was the “everything is going to be ok” type of sales man.  “Don’t worry, it’s all good”, he kept repeating.  When asked for reassurance that the terms we agreed upon were in fact set in stone he replied by saying, “Don’t worry, there will be NO surprises when you come back for the car.  We can match your credit union’s rate if not beat it! It’s all good.”  Famous last words.

Fast forward to this past Saturday when we were to pick up our new vehicle.  Because I have my priorities straight…instead of going to the emergency room after fearing for my life once again,  I accompanied Mr. B to pick up our new car.  With back pain and thoughts of death lurking close by, I stuck to the plan.  In all honesty, I was afraid Mr. B would use my almost dying as an excuse to cancel the whole deal and keep his beloved tin can.

Sure enough as per our suspicions,  Mr. It’s all good of a sales man did not come through.  The documentation presented to us to sign had a higher interest rate than promised.  I will admit that this “promise” was not in writing and thus take some of the blame for trusting this happy salesman’s word.  We knew better, but damn, he was convincing.

Thankfully, my infected Latina blood began to boil.  The former banker in me stood up tall and the near death me, suddenly came to life.  I was not in the mood to be messed with and convinced that my death was imminent, I had nothing to lose.  Believe me, you did not want to be there to witness that me.

Let me put it this way, once I was done expressing my dislike,  the sky was all purple there were people running everywhere.

Not only did we ask to speak with the manager but also the manager’s manager, the manager’s manager’s manager, the manager’s manager’s manager’s father, mother and great grandfather.  They all came.

Needless to say, we drove off with our new/used CRV stocked with all the bells and whistles, a full tank and I believe they even threw in a personal driver as a peace-offering.  Do not quote me on that, I should probably read the fine print.

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NEGATIVE – Such A Beautiful Word

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I am home, resting.

Another bullet dodged.

I have never been so scared in my life.

 Panic really set in last night and why wouldn’t it have?

After being told over and over how sick I was and then being told I most likely had another infection after what appears to now be false positive results…

I barely slept.  My heart would not stop racing and my back ached.

I listened to my body once again and went to the Emergency Room.

Although some levels are still elevated, results indicating signs of infection were:

NEGATIVE

NEGATIVE

N.E.G.A.T.I.V.E

Such a beautiful word.

I need to continue to monitor my body carefully and look for signs of abnormalities, as I am not completely out of the woods yet.

What a ride this has been.

I am sorry if I scared you all but I needed to express my feelings last night.  You have always been there for me and you were there for me again last night.  I felt your presence,  your love and your kindness.

Let’s hope and pray that, NEGATIVE  is a word I continue to hear throughout the weeks and months ahead.

Such a beautiful word.

I Cannot Sleep, I Am So Scared

It is 11:15 pm on Friday the 8th of August, 2014

I am laying in bed and cannot sleep. I am very afraid.  So scared.  So stressed.  Freaking out.

I cannot handle this.

I don’t know what to do.  How to feel.  What is real.  What is not.

It’s not funny anymore.

I am scared for my life.

The feelings occupying every inch of my body are sickening. Nauseating. Haunting.

They are raw.  Organic and Pure.

I need to write.  I have to write.  I cannot sleep.

I am so scared.

Maybe tomorrow I will feel better.  Maybe I will have answers.  Solutions.

I don’t want to feel this way.  It is too much to handle.

So scared.

It turns out my back pain is back.  Flank pain.  Kidneys.  It was bad today.

There are other signs of an active infection.  Shit.  

Is it the same infection?  Is my body rejecting the antibiotics I am still on?  Will I have sepsis again?

Oh my God.

So scared.

What is happening?

I was told by another doctor today that I am very lucky that I survived sepsis.  That I am too young to die.  That this is serious stuff.

That is some scary shit to hear.  I couldn’t find my humor today, I don’t know where it went.

But I was ready to make this the past.  I survived.  I was done blogging about it.  I was ready to move on.

Now what?  Another infection?  Are you kidding me?

I called the doctor on call this evening.  She was concerned.  I have to wait until tomorrow for more tests. More antibiotics.  Go to the ER tonight if things get worse, she said.

OMG, I am scared.  Should I be there right now?  Am I going to die tonight if I don’t go to the hospital?

I cannot sleep.

Who do I trust?  Not my body.  Not my doctor.  What do I do?

They say my body is compromised & suppressed.  They don’t know what caused me to be so sick.  The years of steroid treatments?  Having no spleen?  Both?

The very drugs that allow me to function on a daily basis may be killing me.

I am to wait until the morning to go for blood work at the hospital.  Another set of antibiotics will be waiting for me until they figure out this new infection.  Then I am to go home and wait for results.

But tomorrow we purchase our new car.  At 9:30 am, in a dealership one hour away. I am not canceling.  I am going.  I am signing the papers with my husband.  We have planned this, we have been waiting to pick it up.  I am not canceling.

I will go to the hospital on the way back.

Will I regret this?  I don’t know.

I am scared.  And I am angry.

I cannot sleep.

These feelings are so frightening.  They are foreign to me.  To be scared for my life is just not right.

Maybe by the time you read this, I will have more answers.

Please do not worry, I just needed to express my feelings right here right now.

I am in no way seeking sympathy and for this reason the comment section will be closed.

I will update as I hear more.

So scared.

Dear Body of Mine

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Dear Body of Mine:

You sure are a lemon.

I have known this for a long time but damn girl, you just keep on breaking down on me as I coast along trying to live my life the best I can.

Some brickhouse you are.

After all I do for you.  I take all the medications you require, I allow you to rest a lot  and I keep you hydrated, mostly.  Ok, so I stuff you with delicious food and libations, maybe more than I should, but I do it out of love (for you and the food).

Better  to have a full tank than keeping you on empty which is not good for the engine, anyway.

Why do you keep betraying me?  What have I ever done to you?  I am getting so I really cannot trust you.  I am afraid to rely on you to keep me safe.

This past weekend you allowed an infection to enter my bloodstream.

 WTF?

We have talked about this and I though I made it clear that I am not to get infections and definitely NEVER in my blood.

I know I cannot blame it all on you.  I realize that without a spleen you have to work even harder to keep me alive.  But as I recall, it was you who rejected my spleen and allowed it to attack my platelets.  It is  called an autoimmune response.  Whatever the name, it is not very nice.

You did warn me on Friday by giving me excruciating back pain and making me shiver with an awful case of chills.  I’ll give you that.  I suppose the fever was a pretty clear warning that things were going downhill fast.  I thank you for that but why did you allow the infection to go sepsis in the first place?

You landed me in the ER having to have a spinal tap.  That was not fun was it?  It was a huge needle and it had to go into my back which was already in pain.  That was definitely cruel.

Not to mention the oceans of blood taken from my veins to help figure out what was happening.  Oh, and the hospital food.  How could you make me have to look at it, smell it and taste it?  For that, it may take even longer than expected, to forgive you.

I am home now.  You are behaving at the moment and letting me rest.  I am exhausted and weak.

I have a lot to do, like getting my son launched in his new apartment in college and getting my daughter ready for her freshmen year.  Not to mention enjoy the rest of summer.

So I beg you, body of mine, to step it up –ASAP!

Grow some cojones, will ya?

Do what you were hired to do and fight the invaders trying to hurt me.  Remember that you are my security team.  My first line of defense.

As angry as I am at you for screwing up big time, I cannot help but feel somewhat grateful.    The fact that I am alive means that you responded as you should have to the antibiotics and allowed me to live.  For that, I thank  you.

But the real thanks goes to God for giving me another chance.

I thank Him for blessing me and letting me be here for my family.

I thank Him for giving me the opportunity to continue to enjoy life and be the silly happy person I am.

Respectfully Angry at You,

Me

Health Update: I was closer to death than I realized

Hello my great friends,

I am still at the hospital and the mystery infection has been solved.  First they thought I had meningitis so they did a spinal tap.  Then they thought I had a tick-borne infection but were waiting for results of many tests.  Then they checked my kidneys via an ultrasound.

After massive headaches, back pain and fevers, they have determined that a bacterial infection made it to my blood stream and was going septic.  Had I not come to the emergency room when I did, the doctor said I would have died, particularly because I have no spleen.

Wow, how do you process that kind of information?

She told me how glad she was that I came in when I did.

So am I.

Maybe they will release me tomorrow if all blood work comes back ok.  The good news is that my fever is gone.

BTW, I did enjoy my vacation immensely and luckily didn’t get sick until this Friday.

Off to sleep off more of my morphine and to feel grateful that I am alive.

xo Brickhouse