I'm feeling much better about things today. I saw Dr. Hutson this morning and she told me she was just glad I was still alive after everything I've been through since June, and I guess she is probably right about that. She reinforced to me that I've been put through the wringer over the past several months, so I should just take it easy and try to just let my body heal for a while. I know she's right. Since Dr. Rivera's nurse called yesterday and told me my WBC's were 17, I'm trying to rest more. Dr. Hutson told me my kidneys weren't doing well with all the dye that's been run through them over the past few months, and that's why Dr. Rivera put me on such a low dose of antibiotics. That's pretty scary! So, I'm gonna try to take her advice and let my body heal. Hopefully, Dr. Provost will still be around next year when I'm doing better. In the meantime, I can try to get my emotions under control by seeing Shelley and see the psychiatrist and get on some meds for my bipolar. I think I'm even going to tell Dezz that I want to see a doc here and just stay home and rest.

The bruise on my leg is all the way down below my knee now, plus the hematoma is still about the size of a large orange. At least it isn't growing anymore. Mom is driving me crazy with not letting me drive, but I know I'm better off not driving for a while. I think I'm really trying to push myself to much, so gotta stop it and relax!