I feel really weird. It’s not a physical weird, but a mental, emotional weird – if that makes sense.

I went from being really sick, to home and functioning in a matter of 4 days. Now do you understand the weird I’m talking about. My life seems surreal at the moment, to be told you were close to death yet a week later be sat at the pc typing nonsense, folding laundry doing everyday stuff – as if nothing happened. The only reminder is the bottle of pills upstairs, and the one pill I take diligently every 5 hours.

Did I mention I haven’t smoked since last Sunday night? I don’t think I’ll be able to say “I’m 90lbs soaking wet” for much longer

So I don’t go overboard, I’ve stocked up on low fat milk and Rice Krispies. Pray for me, I’m on my 5th bowl today.

And it was determined I am in fact allergic to amoxicillin. Now I have to learn how to spell it in anticipation of the countless times I’m going to have to write that down.

In 2007 you’d think there’d be an easier, pain free way to start an IV wouldn’t you…an easier way to administer bucket loads of fluids into a body?

No no, there isn’t. One has to deal with a long thin needle being jabbed into various parts of one’s arm and hand – several times – 6 to be precise. It seems my veins don’t like needles being poked into them and expel the offending nuisance within hours.

The only decent veins I had were in the fold of my arms where of course one has to keep the arm straight lest the damn machine starts beeping, and continues to beep until a nurse comes in to reset it.

I look like I’ve been attacked by a porcupine.

The same way we absolutely could not survive without a tv remote, some nurses almost go into palpitations when the machine that takes a patient’s BP every hour refuses to display it’s results on the monitor. Said nurses prefer to curse, tut, try different plugs, loosen and tighten the tubes several times, call in another nurse to assist before they even considered taking BP the old fashion way.

Yes I did think of BJ while I was in hospital. Tuesday, she was all I thought about and I wondered if the same thing was going to happen to me. I was really scared. Scared I wasn’t going to see my kids again, wondered how my husband would cope. Me being in the hospital was a strain alone, he had to take time off work to watch both boys, and then find a babysitter so he could come and see me. I don’t know how we would have coped if it had gone on any longer.

I do think my situation was a lot different than BJ’s . The doctors pretty much knew what was causing my infection, it was a starting point, and they worked around that and did a damn good job I might add of bringing everything under control – my low BP being the most troublesome I think.

At one point they thought it was toxic shock syndrome, and in fact that’s the second diagnosis they put down on my discharge notes.

Anyway, all’s well right now I do feel 100% better and even my face wasn’t swollen when I got up this morning, I made sure to lie on my back last night. The dentist is aware of what happened as he’d gotten his secretary to call my house Tuesday to see how I was doing.

Thanks again for all the concern and well wishes very much appreciated, it’s like sharing the pain :)

Weak, looking all bloated like the Michelin man and very tired, but home. I could go on complaining for paragraphs, but my fingers ache so I’ll leave it for another day.
I’ll just say thank you so much to everyone for all the concern you showed when I didn’t show up for a few days, and thanks for the well wishes.

Sorry for such a short entry, but I can’t sit in the pc chair for long on account my back is killing me due to that really really comfortable hospital bed :snort: I’ve been sleeping in (and I use the word sleep very lightly, everyone knows it’s nigh on impossible to actually rest in hospital)

More later, or tomorrow when I get some energy back.