Hallelujah, I was released from the hospital on Saturday! I’m so happy to be home with Brandon and the puppies and have otherwise spent the last few days trying to decompress, because my nervous system is fried. Technically, I was admitted longer than all three of my surgeries combined.

After all that, my culture never grew so they put me on yet another antibiotic that *seems* to be helping, albeit just as slowly as the others. I have to go back for a checkup tomorrow and again next week for follow-up imaging and if I’ve learned anything, it’s to always pack a hospital bag just in case.

The doctors also told me not to return to the ranch because of all the bacteria, which is bittersweet. Obviously I said I was ready to move but I’m still going to miss the horses and I’d also hoped to find some other work before leaving. All that to say, I’m not sure what comes next but hopefully it’s up because while I’ve tried my damndest to have a good attitude, I’m far beyond mentally and physically exhausted.

To everyone who showed up for me in some way last week, I couldn’t be more grateful for your ongoing love and support. I’m about as tough as they come but things are a tiny bit easier with a community who continues to uplift me even three years after my diagnosis.

While I may not always have the energy (or memory) to acknowledge every thoughtful gesture personally, please know how relieved and thankful we still are for every single visit, donation, meal, and care package. I’m not exaggerating when I say it’s all kept us afloat during this ongoing ordeal, especially when these complications and travel expenses are forced upon us too. Thank you, thank you.

Love,

Linz and BT