It’s true.  I can no longer trust a fart.  I can go into all the details if you like but I think that we can all come to our own conclusions on this one.  You all know what has happened.  It actually happened while in the hospital, but haunts me to this day.  It’s a real thing that I didn’t even think about until the other day.  I had to fart and of course just went to the bathroom thinking it would be more but ohh no just a toot.  I don’t trust my farts.

This last week I said so long picc line.  The doctor took it out on Tuesday and it feels so good.  No more tentacles hanging off the side of my arm.  I can now shower without press n seal on my arm which is like the best feeling in the world.  No more pinching and pulling.  No more cleaning lines everyday.  I had it in for eight months.  If I never have one of those again, I will be a happy camper.  No more home health either.  What a relief!  Those people are some strange birds.

I still have a lot of restrictions on what I can and can’t do but I am getting there.  Slowly but surely getting there.  In another couple weeks we will try to reduce my immune suppressants again and see what happens.  So far so good.  Let’s hope it stays that way.