It's been a day already and it started right around midnight. We went to the ER because my husband's arm was looking worse. We thought a bug bite might have gotten infected. Don't know if that's the case or not. So off we we went to the ER at around 11 p.m. We were there for about an hour or so and the doc sent us home because hubby wasn't suffering a fever.
Went home, got about four hours sleep, and then came back to be here at 5:30. And of course, we were early.
Surgery prep, some very congenial nurses, and some bad MTV videos. I had breakfast. A big, fat cinnamon roll with lots of icing. Diet smiet. I don't care at this point. I will care tomorrow.
About two hours after we got here, the doc came in, looked at the arm, and said that he didn't think this infection was clearing up. Thought maybe the skin graft would not be a possibility, but they were going to go in and take a look. If it's not good, they will readmit hubby to the hospital and get him started on some different antibiotics.
I'm exhausted. I'm frustrated. And I just want to take a very, very long vacation.
We're at a different hospital this time and I have a lovely view overlooking a lake and a comfy place to sit. I also brought my laptop, so will focus on my novel as an escape from reality.
Hubby is back in the hospital. The staph infection was not getting under control and had spread to his forearm. His wound now extends from his bicep down past his elbow. He will be in the hospital until at least Friday. Let's hope he can come home sooner. He's on different antibiotics.
I'm so sleep-deprived I can't think straight. Off to take a long nap, then back to the hospital...
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