Infection. It’s an ugly and mean thing. It slowly works creeps up on you. You hardly notice it’s there until one day it over powers you and drags you as far down as it possibly can. And, by then, it’s often too late and you now have to claw your way out of the hole with medicine, naps, diffusers, humidifiers, and who knows what else. And do you know what is worse than being sick yourself? Having kids or family members that are sick. That almost takes just as much out of you as actually being sick yourself does. And not only are you now tired because you are taking care of someone who is sick, your heart is also breaking for them. You miss their ornery grins. Their gummy smiles. Their belly laughs. Those little things + practically everything that can drive you nuts on any other healthy, given day, you now miss! But like I said originally, Infection is mean.

My husband does not like to talk about those 2 weeks. The 2 weeks that will forever never be apart of my memory. And sometimes I would like to know what was going through his head, I know never to push it. I mean would you want to talk about something like making a decision to amputate your spouses leg and then about almost losing her in that mix as well? Just think about it. As much as the infection almost killed me, it almost killed him too. Not physically you know, but mentally and emotionally it did. He had to make a decision that forever changed our lives, he basically got zero sleep as I seemed to have surgery at all hours of the day & night, and it was practically like I wasn’t there at all. I was just lying in a bed with 12932 billion things attached to me and when I did come to every once in awhile, all he got was grunts and moans because I had a breathing tube in. He hardly got to see what made me, me and then to have to make that decision without having his partner to talk to??? Like I said, infection is mean.

So where is this coming from Josie? You have never brought this up before? It’s coming from the fact that there is lady that I have been emailing with that is losing her leg tomorrow. She has cancer. And the doctors had to wait till she was strong enough before they could amputate. And it hurts my heart. Not because being an amputee changes your life, but because she now was forced into mental noting all her last 2 leg moments. And I know it’s what she has to do to kick cancers ass but how can an infection give her a wonderful last Christmas and New Years and then take it all away with the cut of a knife? And I am not saying that life as an amputee isn’t wonderful. But I am saying what I have always said. Just waking up and it being gone was a lot nicer than having to mental note my last 2 legged activities. That is just cruel and mean. But like I said originally, infection is mean.

So today I ask you to comment your most favorite 2 legged activity. And be descriptive. Don’t just write “running”. Write how much you love how the wind blows through your ponytail and how much you love it when your feet hit the pavement and it syncs up to the beat of the song you are listening to. I am giving you the opportunity to mental note your favorite 2 legged activity now just in case that mean old infection bug decides to pick on you next. Not that you’ll lose a leg from it, but you won’t be able to do your favorite thing at your normal level for at least a couple days. So mental note it so you can give that infection the big old middle finger. And please say a prayer for my friend because CANCER SUCKS!!

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