I have never been as sick as I was a few weeks ago.  I picked up the campylobacter bacteria somewhere (possibly cleaning up after the new puppy, eating farm fresh eggs, or that delicious vegetarian ramen at a location that will remain nameless because they are awesome and there is just no way to know for sure.)  I am fairly certain that I was already in the throws of a stomach virus that had been going around the hospital where I work when I picked up the bacteria.  That spiraled me into horrific gastric pyrotechnics, delirium, fever, muscle weakness and pain, colitis, joint pain, constant nausea for several weeks straight, a fall that resulted in an injured ankle, and the need for an emergency room visit for antibiotics and hydration.  Not fun.  Those tiny little organisms can wreak havoc.

Now that I am mostly recovered from the affects of the illness, I am getting antsy.  I am still limping from the twisted ankle, so I can’t start jumping on my trampoline, dancing Salsa, or walking.  The county health department asked me to wait another week before swimming in a public pool, just to be safe.  Sunday, July 5, I am going for a swim.  Until then, I am going to continue stretching and walking as much as my ankle will tolerate.  At least I am off the cane I was having to use for a week.