So today turned upside down for me.
But I don’t mind.
Because I get to go home!
The doctor was in and feels like I can do the rest of my recovery at home because of how well everything is looking. I will still be on some pretty strong meds. which will limit how much I can DO, but at least I will BE with my family.
Brian is picking up Ash from school and then coming here to take me home.
We are so thankful. Still fragile, but so thankful.
That’s what our friend, Tim, accused me of when he poked his head in my hospital room yesterday, grinning, and spouting, “You did this on purpose didn’t you?” Admittedly, I had the tv on and the basketball games were playing, but trust me, I don’t plan to stay here until the April championship game!
Yes, it’s Friday and I’m still here. The redness on my rash is finally diminishing, and I’m not taking dilaudid for pain any more, just extra strength tylenol, but I am still nauseated from the antibiotics. My blood work isn’t where they want it to be, though, and I’ll see the doctor this afternoon or early evening to see where we go from here. I’d like to go home.
I’m in the hospital.
Yes.
You read that right. Here’s the short version:
Spent two days in bed.
High fever. Aches.
My arm began to get red rash all over it.
This happened last year, so I knew what was happening.
Saw doctor.
Put on oral antibiotics which I couldn’t keep down.
Am in hospital.
I have a skin infection in my right arm that can’t clear up on it’s own because there is no lymphatic system to fight the infection. I am running a fever, taking IV antibiotics, and surviving on lots of nice pain meds. I was admitted yesterday and should be here for at least three days.
May you live all the days of your life.
- Jonathan Swift
Family Man from b on Vimeo.
It’s hard to be brave when you’re a Very Small Animal.
(~Piglet, from Winnie the Pooh)
My “Very Small Animal” or rather very small boy or rather medium-sized boy who is growing up much too quickly has been very brave lately, especially Tuesday.
He’s been fighting something for months… aches, fevers, flu-like symptoms, general malaise. My Buddy hasn’t been himself in a while.
And Tuesday I watched him writhe and struggle while they took six vials of blood from him to test him for all sorts of things that this momma doesn’t even want to think about. Things like lupus, rheumatoid arthritis, lyme disease, thyroid dysfunction…