5 February 2011

I’m in limbo but it’s quite alright.

Twice now I’ve been told I might go home or they might go in. Now Monday morning is the next d-day for either shipping me out or putting me on the OR. It’s either/or because of the closeness of my liver abscesses to other organs. They have to weigh the risk of removing the liver problems against the potential for new infection. 

So how do I prepare to go home or go under? I don’t! I hang in, watching bad tv, napping and getting poked with needles. They’ll let me know on Monday. Until then I’ve got nothing better to do except concentrate on getting better. I’ve got the easy job. I must admit that I would like to go home before the Spanx hour on the Shopping Channel starts to look like worthwhile television. It’s getting dangerously close!

There had been talk of sending me home
to continue my care but it’s not yet meant
to be. My white count ( the body’s army)
is still too high.

I have bursts of energy that mislead me into
feeling recovered that are consistently
followed fifteen minutes later by the
overwhelming need to nap for an hour
or more. Such is the nature of recovery
I suppose.

I’ll go home when they say so. I’ll continue
to try to get some of the jello rations before
they’re all gone and I will watch more bad
daytime tv. I won’t complain because I know
how very fortunate I am.