Finally home from the hospital after a week's worth of (painful) IV treatment to bring some life back to my ailing feet.
This was Operation Save My Feet Round 2.
Two days into treatment my epidural became infected (again??), and the medication for my feet had to be shut off. Scary reminder that this exact thing happened in October, and I was sent home then.
If things weren't complicated enough, I had suddenly lost all feeling in my legs, and was informed that I could be dealing with a potential hematoma at the infection site. If I didn't regain feeling after a few hours then I would need emergency surgery. I had a headache the size of a Cadillac and my back hurrrrrt.
I smiled and assured my docs that I didn't have time for a hematoma to threaten my health, and I was confident all would work out. It did (thank you Lord!). After a few hours some feeling came back to my trunk area and legs.
One of my pain docs was practically giddy, and brought me some gluten free cupcakes the next day (oh my tooshy didn't need those...). She confessed that when she was paged about the hematoma threat, she sped to the hospital and stranded her car in front of the hospital (door open, car running), to race up to my room. Eeks!
We all felt that it was important to keep my treatment going, so I agreed to run those painful drugs without the benefit of the pain medication that ran through the epidural. I did my best to suck it up for the next 5 days. Pain was intense (yuck!).
This morning I can wiggle my little piggies just slightly. They don't have such a deathly pallor to them. This will hopefully keep me going for a little while. I am reminded that this was not supposed to rid me of my pain, and that's okay. One thing at a time baby.
I am so tired. Every sliver of me aches, even my eyelids and earlobes. How is that possible?
I was welcomed home with puppy kisses from Olive and furry cuddles from JitZu. Happy to be free from the heart monitor and unplugged from rowdy beeping machines. Thrilled to feel the cool ocean breeze from wide open windows in my home.
Thank you to Spark friends for keeping me going, and for the lovely distractions. You steered me away from feeling sorry for myself with spending my 2nd New Year's Eve in the cardiac wing of the hospital. Spark pals are 'awesome possum' as I like to say. What an awesome community!
Dunno know how long Operation Save My Feet will last. I will relish this toe-wiggling moment, and hopefully get back to microscopic bits of exercise and stretching soon! Gotta burn off those darn cupcakes :-)