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[quote name='CatherineM' timestamp='1302579284' post='2227705']
I am alive. I had an anointing, and survived the surgery with my right leg still in one piece. The infection was all over my body, but came to the surface on the back of my leg. It could have easily become flesh eating. They have taken cultures from every orifice, and now we wait to see which bug(s) are involved. It could have been cooking inside of me for weeks. I'm on 4 different oral anti-biotics, and two IV ones. I am now terrorist proof because one of them takes care of anthrax. I'll be in the hospital 5 days for sure. I can't move, everything is being done for me by remote control. I wish I had the street value for the drugs they given me so far. The removing the drenched packing, and replacing with fresh packing, has got to be a true high point in life. I'll bet I wind up with a wicked scar.
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Oh, my! Is that what was causing the pressure sore? I will be praying for your very speedy recovery! :amen:

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[quote name='CatherineM' timestamp='1302579284' post='2227705']
I am alive. I had an anointing, and survived the surgery with my right leg still in one piece. The infection was all over my body, but came to the surface on the back of my leg. It could have easily become flesh eating. They have taken cultures from every orifice, and now we wait to see which bug(s) are involved. It could have been cooking inside of me for weeks. I'm on 4 different oral anti-biotics, and two IV ones. I am now terrorist proof because one of them takes care of anthrax. I'll be in the hospital 5 days for sure. I can't move, everything is being done for me by remote control. I wish I had the street value for the drugs they given me so far. The removing the drenched packing, and replacing with fresh packing, has got to be a true high point in life. I'll bet I wind up with a wicked scar.
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It's Lent, so we can't say "the A-word," but that would be my inclination. I know this can't be any fun for you, but I love your reports - first alien eggs planted within you, now terrorist proof! Your sense of humor will heal you faster than all their drugs put together!

Will you be able to keep up with your class work through all this? The drugs aren't affecting your brain, I hope?

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Praying for you and your husband too! Glad to see your wicked sense of humor was left unaffected by the infection. [img]http://www.phatmass.com/phorum/public/style_emoticons/default/nunpray.gif[/img]

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Groo the Wanderer

[quote name='CatherineM' timestamp='1302579284' post='2227705']
I am alive. I had an anointing, and survived the surgery with my right leg still in one piece. The infection was all over my body, but came to the surface on the back of my leg. It could have easily become flesh eating. They have taken cultures from every orifice, and now we wait to see which bug(s) are involved. It could have been cooking inside of me for weeks. I'm on 4 different oral anti-biotics, and two IV ones. I am now terrorist proof because one of them takes care of anthrax. I'll be in the hospital 5 days for sure. I can't move, everything is being done for me by remote control. I wish I had the street value for the drugs they given me so far. The removing the drenched packing, and replacing with fresh packing, has got to be a true high point in life. I'll bet I wind up with a wicked scar.
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Scars can be cool - gives one ninja cred. Not much luck on the pirate angle though since you stubbornly kept yer leg.

Prayers for you, hubby, and the nurses and docs. +JMJ+

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[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Relieved to hear you're doing ok. I'll be praying for you and your family. God bless you.[/size][/font]

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The Dean told me that I was not to do school work while I am in the hospital, so my husband stole my textbooks. That was quite a feat as I had them in my backpack under my right arm. I was actually finished with all my class work except one take-home exam which isn't due until the 20th. The Dean said if necessary, I would take an Incomplete until I could get home and finish my exam.

And yes, it is very early here. 5am. My IV computer decided to start screaming. My room has an incredible view of the downtown skyline all lit up, and I'm in the brand spanking new Lois Hole hospital for women. It would seem like a boutique hotel except for the uncomfortable bed. I hate sleeping on my back. God provides us with so many daily opportunities to do his work. My roommate here has schizophrenia and an unpleasant habit of drinking anti-freeze and cutting herself to the point she has had to have skin grafts on her forearms. They moved her previous roommate out because the prior woman was calling her hateful names. That was the first thing she asked me is if I was going to be nice to her. She has a nurse's assistant assigned to her during the day as a suicide watch. I did make the hubby go home to his bed. It's important for his routine to not get interrupted anymore than is necessary. Tomorrow is his by-monthly injection day, so I didn't want anything interfering with that.

I am as comfortable as they can make me, and I'm pretty sure I am the only woman on the floor who has her own tailored hospital gowns, brown with polka dots, only because the fabric was 50 cents a yard. The coolest thing they have changed since the last time I was in the hospital is the bedpans. They are disposable and made from the same material as McDonald's cup carriers. Can you just see them on the manufacturing line? One glob of paper headed towards the cup holder press cheering, and one glob headed towards the bedpan line, screaming. My Filipino nurse thinks it is a horrible waste of money.

I'm clicking away on a computer that is suspended over the bed with a waterproof keyboard. It is also the TV, so no watching TV while surfing the net, but at least I don't have to worry about my netbook getting pinched. I'm told they are going to roll me at 6:30. Thank God for handrails. I'd hate to end up on the floor. One of the medicines they have been giving me gives me an awful taste in my mouth, bit like shoe polish. And no, you don't get to ask how I know what shoe polish tastes like. They have so many electrodes attached to me, that it is going to take me a month to get all the sticky off once I get to go home. Always felt sorry for my Dad. He had a very hairy chest, and there was no easy way to get those things off him. Then until the hair grew back in he looked like a blond gorilla with mange.

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[quote]God provides us with so many daily opportunities to do his work.[/quote]

indeed. Thank you for that reminder which, for me at least, is ever needed.

If you can, and find it prudent; please tell your roommate that I will offer my day for her today.

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regina_coeli

So glad you didn't wait any longer to get medical attention! That's your guardian angel by your side. Prayers for you, your husband, your roommate, and all the medical personnel. I'm sure they are either enchanted by you or terrified!

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elizabeth09

Glad that you are good. Since we can not, here is a short virsin of mine: (singing) AAA (stop stop sing). You are in my prayers.

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