I can't tell you how many OTHER posts I had planned to kick off the blog in 2008. But I'm trying to be Zen about what has occurred over the last three days so I'm just going to tell it like it is. I got home from my holiday road trip with Wine Guy on Jan 2nd and headed into my last day at work on Jan 3rd. This was my final day in the office before taking about 8 weeks of medical leave for my surgery. My plan was to take Friday, Jan 4th off for some last minute errands, cleaning, packing, a pedicure, etc and then spend the weekend enjoying my last days of mobility and a crutch-free life. It was not to be.
Instead, Thursday afternoon I started aching all over. By 11pm Thursday night I was vomiting. By midday Friday I was basically immobile, unable to keep anything down and was completely panicking that my surgery was going to be postponed. This went on through Saturday afternoon when I finally I had to go to urgent care to get put on an IV because I was so dehydrated. It is only today - Sunday - that I can sit up, slowly gnaw on a piece of dry bread and sip Gatorade. But this is a major improvement and makes me just a little giddy that I can do these simple things.
I will say that Wine Guy has been quite incredible during these trying few days. Don't get me wrong, he's not my mommy, which is who you really want babying you while you think you are dying with your head in a toilet bowl. But for a guy, he was pretty darn wonderful and has taken great care of me. Today was his first time out of the apartment this whole weekend and he kept checking on me to make sure I was OK. Now he's coming home to make me my first "meal" since Thursday afternoon - chicken broth! Yum, yum!
I am hoping and praying that the surgeon will give me the OK to still go through with tomorrow's surgery.There is nothing worse than getting totally emotionally prepared for something as big as this and then have it all go to crap. Postponing it would probably mean months since it involves booking two surgeons for a five hour procedure in an overbooked hospital. Plus my mom has totally rearranged her life to take care of me post-op and Mendoza Line's parents were going to stay in my vacant apartment during their extended visit to San Diego to escape the frigid Iowa winter. It would suck for everyone if this thing got postponed. But, it seems like the docs feel confident that this virus will be out of my system in time and, as long as I continue to stay hydrated, I should be OK to do it.
So basically I'm sitting here on an unusually rainy San Diego afternoon hoping I DON'T hear from the surgeon so I can get up at 4am and head to the hospital for yet a few more weeks of physical misery. But man, I can't imagine anything worse than this stomach bug so I guess this might have been an exercise in "looking at the bright side."
So, if you hear from me in the next two days, then, well, they cancelled it (and I assure you I will be upset). If you don't hear from me for awhile, then assume I'm high on morphine, learning to walk on crutches and eager to get a hold of my laptop to tell you more tales from the Battlefield.
I hope you all had a wonderful New Year and that 2008 is treating you far better!