What did you do Saturday night?

Well, thanks for asking!

I spent 3 hours in the Emergency Room. Thankfully B, was with me. But, let me lead up to the eventful night.

Friday I woke up about 3 a.m. with violent chills. Begged B to throw some more blankets over me and hug me tight. Got up for work, the sides of my head above me ears hurt to touch. My glands were swollen and I felt hot all over. Headed to the folks place about 4 hours away later on Friday and just kept feeling worse. Friday night I touched my forehead and realized something wasn't quite right. I was red by my hairline and it was warm and swollen. Didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night. NICE, huh?

Saturday I just kept feeling worse - taking Tylenol every 4 hours and not seeing much for results. Half my forehead is now red and swollen, my whole scalp hurts, my glands are huge and my head hurt. My 11 year old niece decides that I need to go to the hospital so I don't die...so...guess where we went!!

Thankfully the Emergency Room was quiet, we got a lovely room right away. My doctor was baffled. Yes, it did look like I had an ear or sinus infection but what to heck was going on my with my forehead and scalp. So, 1 CAT scan and a pint of blood later (well maybe not quite that much) and it was decided that I definitely had an infection (sinusitis) and some kind of weird thing going on with my scalp which may or may not be connected. To sum up the night it was three hours in the ER on an uncomfortable bed in a johnny, a trip through the entire hospital in the johnny and my socks for the CAT scan, 4 prescriptions and a doctor who thought he should mention that he'd never seen anything like it in his 15 years of being a doctor. It was quite an event.

The meds are working. I'm feeling better, just tired...but then when am I not! Once again, B was the man....getting me to and from the ER safely (forgot to mention that we had had the first snowstorm of the season that day!) Sitting there, bored out of his mind and tending to my whiny needs. He deserves a medal. Well...he did until he forgot and kissed me on the forehead Monday night and then immediately went and washed his lips with soap cuz he was afraid of my germs! Love him!

A Day at the Hospital

Today dad had his back surgery. Our morning started at 5:30 and I got home at 6 p.m. It was a long day of sitting, waiting, worrying, rejoicing, sitting, working, sitting, eating and sitting. Everything went well, he was looking and feeling good when I left him this afternoon and we are hopeful that the pain he was experiencing from his back is going to be gone.

Hoping mom will sleep well tonight. This has been weighing heavily on her and I could hear the relief in her voice today every time I called with good news.

Can I just say that hospitals are a world of their own. Everything and everyone marches to a different beat and I am so out of my element when I am in one. The good news is that I didn't pass out today and that I didn't even feel close to passing out at any point. I think this shows growth and maturity! snort snort. Truth is, when the nurse asked if I wanted to see where dad's incision was, I started giggling hysterically and squealing no, no, no. But, just so you know, I did actually sneak a peek later on when he was sitting on the side of the bed and I had to call in his order for supper. Oh! Did you know that patients have to call in their order to eat. Dad is such a scaredy cat - I had to call in his order for orange jello and ginger ale. The man will probably not eat breakfast because no one will be there in the morning to order it for him!!

Today was a good day. Dad's surgery is over, he's doing well. I didn't get too lost getting home from the hospital. My mom thought she might be able to finally get a good nights sleep. My handsome husband bought me pizza for supper and let me beat him at a card game and gave me a big old kiss and a hug. Yep, today was a good day.

Worst Blogger of the Year Award

Yeah...I stink at this. It's obvious, since it's been over a month since my last meager post. Anywho, I'm sitting on the bed in a hotel room, listening to my dad snore. Tomorrow morning he is having back surgery and I'm his support, driver, whatever you want to call me. I'm glad that I can do this for him...cuz he has done a bazillion things for me over the years. But...between his snoring, and the heater coming on and off, it may be a very long night!

He's nervous, I'm nervous. I'm a fainter. Usually feel the blood leaving my head about the time someone is brought into their room after surgery, or when I know I'm not needed anymore during an emergency. Wondering at what point tomorrow I will be sitting with my head down between my knees trying not to keel over. Anyone want to take bets on what time that's going to happen?

I love my family - was born into a wonderful one, married into another great one. I'm doubly blessed and know it.