The Sick Sense

I see dead people . . . and wish I were one of them.

Two times in the last two years, I wound up with cellulitis. Cellulitis is a staph infection that - for me - runs through my leg, causing extreme pain and a very high fever. The last two times I caught it, I spent a week in the hospital each time.

Today, I woke up with it again.

The wife took my temperature at 10am, and it was a delightful 104. The pain from the cellulitis in my leg is so great that I can barely walk, and my back feels like it was hit with a sledge hammer. I am praying for death. This is the first time I have been out of bed all day. The doc said that there was no way I am going to work until at least Friday, and gave me some antibiotics to knock out the virus.

In the meantime, I'll blog when I can.