What a week

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This is my third Spring in this old house. I love it though this week has really smacked me, really shoved it in my face how isolated every American is when it comes to getting health care. You can't call up your current Medic and tell them that you are in trouble- get over here. No. You have to tough it out or figure a way to drive yourself to the Walk In clinic or call the ambulance and sit in the ER lobby for five or more hours. Tuesday night I was sitting up on the edge of my bed,writing. I finished, climbed into bed and all hell broke loose. I suddenly got cold to the bone. I must get a thermometer. I shook hard enough to make my left leg muscles, thigh down to my toes, cramp. I just could not get warm and stop shaking for hours. I am grateful for delivery services though that costs. My left leg is still having major pain issues. I'm still sleeping worse than ever. Of course the demanding cats are, yup, demanding. Hubby is trying to help. He took the dogs out this morning. I'm eating weird- had a hot dog for supper last night cause I wanted salt. Just a hot dog. Right now I am eating a pudding cup. I hope whatever has hit me is not contagious. Hubby has a sermon that he must go to on Sunday.