Ok. Not really. It’s been some sort of week anyway.
This weekend I was spiking fevers of 102 and 103 at night, which can be pretty scary. It could have been a few different things but the Ockham’s razor says that it was most likely an infection to the surgical site which can lead to all sorts of problems. SO, I had to stop taking my pain meds and not eat or drink on the off chance that the doctor had to admit me when he saw me bright and early Monday morning. That was pretty brutal. Luckily, all my incisions look great, so then they sent me off to the regular doctor to see if we could find some other reason. We’re still not sure. Could be as simple as a sinus infection or a UTI (woo). I’m on a pretty strong antibiotic that knocks out pretty much all of the above.
On the up side, I’m down to two drains, which feels like a vacation compared to 6. I’m pretty sure the last ones will come out Friday. I’m working on my arm range of motion. It’s slow but it’s coming.
This brings us to Monday. Not a bad day all in all. Kids went to bed. I went to bed and watched the pretty lightning show off in the distance. Or so I thought. Suddenly a chilly breeze came through the window and I realized it was raining. Really raining. The kind I called Florida rain as a kid, when you can’t see anything except the rain. Then the hail started and it suddenly occurred to me to start closing windows. I turned the light on in the backyard and was just amazed at the amount of hail bouncing around outside. It sounded like rocks pummeling the roof. (And yes. Both kids slept through the whole thing.) It was the first time I’ve ever watched a hailstorm and felt like I needed to back away from the window for safety. Then we lost power. And there was really nothing to do but go to bed.
To Be Continued