Hmm . . . didn’t I just recently write a post about Michael coming home from the hospital?
I was very surprised when he texted me this morning and told me that his doctor said he might be able to go home today. I was even more surprised when he texted me a little while later and said that he was already signing all the papers, etc. and could leave whenever he wanted to. So I went and picked him up at around noon.
Honestly, he was barely there long enough for me to eke some really good drama out of the situation for the ol’ blog, don’t you think?
Okay, seriously now. So they went in yesterday afternoon and drained the abscesses, guided by CAT scan, by inserting needles/catheters into his body between his ribs. A painful procedure to say the least, and he’s very sore today. They pumped him full of industrial-strength antibiotics via IV, they pumped him full of blood, and they’ve sent him home with a course of two different oral antibiotics. He’s obviously not back 100%, but his color seems better, he’s tired but not exhausted, and he seems to be getting his appetite back a little bit, too. All we can do at this point is wait and see what happens.
As for me, I’m wiped out. My whole body aches from exhaustion, even though I slept a good nine hours last night. When we got home from the hospital, I couldn’t help myself – I curled up on the bed, pulled a blanket over me, and went to sleep for a while. I think the stress and everything just has a way of knocking a person on her ass. Also, I came down with the flu a few weeks ago when Michael was in the hospital, and I’ve never gotten completely over it, so that’s a drain, too.
But enough about me.
Here’s hoping for bluer skies.