I thought we were going in the right direction. Honestly, I don't know if I am working myself into a tizzy about this, or if I need this level of worry.
Today isn't better, and I am starting to freak out. There is lots of pain still, but the redness has remained the same since Tuesday (yesterday), after the Monday when things were spreading.
I almost went to
the hospital today, but am going to wait until 4pm when I can go rather
to a doctor in a clinic (not my doctor- my clinic is closed) and get an
opinion from there. The pain in my
mesh behind the affected area is what is freaking me out more, knowing that foreign
bodies (the mesh) can be a conduit for infection. My homeopath told me
what to do, and I will take the remedy (as soon as I get this
thermometer out of my mouth), and rest and see what happens. I think I
will go to the doctor at 4, though. Well, 4:30 actually... gotta take
Azriel to his first day of a new English reading class. It's the first one, and I know that if I send him with someone else, he may be against going at all. I'll take him, then go to
OK, temp 37.5, not yet "danger zone"- they always say that is after 38.
I so desperately want to stay out of the whole hospital drama.
But I am also scared. So so scared. I know all of you are saying "understandably so".
At this point, if the doctor today tells me he recommends me to go to the hospital, I would go. We'll see what he says.
I now have internet anywhere, anytime, so I can update personally whenever I want. :-)
- Be'er Sheva, Israel
- Being a doula, I regularly witness miracles. I see blood, sweat and tears, and at the same time, euphoric joy and awe. I help birth babies. I'm also an established orchestra musician, and a religious Zionist. In May 2007 I almost died. I had hernia surgery, and developed an infection 4 days later. It progressed to Necrotizing Faciitis (NF) and I landed in the ICU on a respirator. I woke up from the coma, slowly understanding that I had serious body damage, but everyone was glad to see me alive. Slowly the implications sunk in. While in hospital, my SIL started a website hosted by CaringBridge.org to inform friends and family of progress. When I came home, I took over writing. The posts were filled with blood, sweat, fears, and many tears. It started to feel like I was blogging, rather than simply disseminating information on my well being. This blog was born, about the next phase of healing. The original illness is over, but in the aftermath, I am fighting more rare diseases, and needing more surgeries. There are elements of illness-induced loneliness and pain, as well as plenty of faith and hope. I invite you to join me on my journey!