When She Goes Septic....

When she goes septic....

I hear these words often. At least once a month by now. Another infection in her kidneys has taken that final suicidal step. It is taking any and everything down with it.

First the infections sneak in quietly. Piggy backing off of her other health issues. Hiding their sharp clawed pains in her handfuls of pills to get through the day. But she feels you coming. Knows it's you. There is no pain like you. Kidney stones couldn't punch her that hard. The pains in her chest are a joke compared to you.

Only you can bring this pain. And in the 24 hours that you've come in, and invaded her, you've taken full control of the situation and already set off a nuclear explosion. You send stream after stream of short range missiles that chill her to the core. But don't worry your fast with a back up of hand grenades that will spike her temperature to 103.

You've betrayed your hosts body and will do whatever it takes to take her down with you. But jokes on you. There's another type of antibiotic to be tried. And this one will knock you so far back you'll wish you had picked a fight with someone a little more on your level.

We've been dealing with your kind for years. And we Are not going to stop until every trial has been run. Until every possibility has been observed.....until we really have to say....that there are no more options....for the woman who's gone septic.

I went through a patch of rough times in my late teen years. And this woman was there for me every step of the way. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her. And there was a point in my life when I would say that if she went I was going to go too. And part of me holds on so tightly to that part. While the newer part is trying desperately to be heard that that's not what she would want. I need to stay. I need to stay and keep the others whole. But I'm not sure if that's going to be so easy when I can already barely keep my self whole. I scrounge around on the pavement picking up the pieces as they fall. Clenching tightly to my chest and stomach so they won't try and escape again...mom....please don't go.