I'm sitting in the hospital next to my mom's bed.
She however, isn't in it, since they have taken her to get an ultrasound on her leg. It's swollen and painful, and they think that it's either an infection, a blood clot, or and autoimmune disease. If it's the latter, then she might be even more screwed, since there will be nothing that they can do about it, and it might get worse. This sort of thing is something that i didn't really think too much about when I originally pictured her progression of the amyloidosis. I didn't bother to think about the fact that as the body is attacked from one direction, that it just opens up the doors to all manner of other diseases and problems. If this thing with her leg doesn't get better, she will certainly need full-time care, since she will be unable to walk or stand. It's just a matter of waiting and seeing... It's good to be here with her, and to care for her. Certainly less frustrating than trying to do it by phone. I'm her personal medical attendant. Making sure that the questions that need to be answered are, and that when she needs something, she will get it posthaste. Yesterday, I was listening to a radio documentary about new, nasty, antibiotic-resistant bacteria that are hanging out in hospitals these days. I have been the hand washing king all day because of it. Nurturing my own little case of OCD.
Things with V have been going very well. For those of you that don't know, we broke up for about 8 hours shortly after my birthday. I was absolutely convinced that there was no way that things could work between us, but I am very happy to have been proven wrong in my original assessment. I really would like to see this go the long haul.
Last night we went to a couple of parties- Locko and Richardo's birthday party, and then around ten thirty, we went to another one. I had to drop my car off in my garage before we went though, and managed to leave my garage keys at V's place. This meant that I had to jump the fence to the back yard. While I was doing it, one of the guys who works at the pizza place next door came out to see what the racket was all about. I hope he has better stuff to do than to follow my lead and hop in my back yard to explore the hidden treasures of the garage. I hope that they don't steal my broken shoehorn.
The big, fat words of eeno at January 23, 2005 10:38 PM