It's been nine days since I first went in for a simple surgery. It's taken nine days just to have enough energy to sit up with a bit of a clear head and type this. B-Boo may have to finish it, as I seem to think I have energy and then quickly realize it's been zapped out of me.
Day 1; surgery went well.
Day 2; I'm told I'm going home. Then, told I have an infection, I'm staying. (Seems to make since because I tell the nurse the surgery site is starting to burn.) Then I"m told the levels are going down, HMO wants me home. So home we go.
Day 3; I'm exhausted. A little confused because I usually snap back quickly and I can't seem to stop shaking or lift my head off the pillow. It becomes hard to open my eyes. I start to not care, but I have two children laying in the room with me and I try hard to focus. I finally muster enough energy to have one of them take my temp. Fever. We call the doctor; he says go to the ER. By the time I can tell hubby what we need to do I can barely walk. I start to wonder how we'll ever make it to the ER. I'm so nauseous I just want to be left alone. I vaguely remember them dragging me to the van and crying as we head out. By the time we got to the ER, both hubby and I are covered in vomit, so they take us back right away. By this time, I really don't even care anymore. They figure out I have an abscess and admit me.
Day 4: Early in the morning, they transfer me to a room. The nurse tells me that they've called in an Infectious Disease doctor, an internist and my surgeon. They are testing for staph. They know I have sepsis and an abscess. I call hubby.
Days 4, 5 & 6 are spent in extreme pain and whirlwinds of semi-consciousness as meds and antibiotics are poured into my system. HMO wants to sent me home on Day 5, but the doctors refuse. Finally, after more tests on Day 6, I am sent home with a pic-line. For the next 14 days, I will have antibiotics run through. A nurse comes daily to teach hubby and B-boo how to administer the antibiotics. I'll have weekly blood level checks.
I'm at the point where my brain feels like it's starting to work, but nothing else will listen to me. Friday wasn't so bad, but Saturday was rough. The nurse says that this is how it works until the antibiotics really kick in. She reminds us that we're lucky I paid attention to my body on Monday and went in; that this could have killed me. I'm reminded to take it easy, rest, and give it a lot of time.
As if i could do anything else.
We have been so blessed. Friends haven't hesitated to jump in and help wherever needed. I have felt so much love and compassion over the past several days as my family has been taken care of so that they can take care of me.
My brain is starting to fuzzle again, and B-boo will update as much as she can. Thank you for your prayers!
Oh my goodness – I was starting to worry when I didn’t hear anything for a few days. I’m so glad you were able to catch this in time and that you’re in excellent hands. Sending prayers your way for continued healing.