Home Sweet Home!

Leave it to my husband to sweet talk everyone into letting him come home early. We went up on Friday with the intention of staying the night up there and hoping to bring him home on Saturday morning. For some odd reason, I headed up there without a room reservation, which is very unlike me. Apparently my OCD needed a day off and I was too frustrated from my hour long search for a STILL MISSING blue soccer sock to even think about finding a room. Good timing, because my husband used me as his excuse to get out of there "early". Yeah, early, like we got home after midnight. Yesterday was a blur trying to regather my kids, see my aunt and uncle from Arkansas, get the boys to their game and it felt like a million other things. I went back to the doctor (seriously, anyone who doesn't go to a doctor that is open 7 days a week is missing out!) and found out that I am not quite the wimp I've felt like all week. They sent out a sample of my infection from last weekend to be cultured and it was resistant to the antibiotic that they gave me. I wasn't just a bundle of nerves all week, I was also getting sicker each day until last night when I was pretty sure that I either needed inpatient mental health services or good pain pills. I got a shot of phenegran and demerol and then came home and felt bad because I knew I was feeling WAAAAAYYYYY better than Justin. He is on Vicoden, but he's been being a bit mean to his belly by taking it on an empty stomach and it has been rough for him. He is pretty uncomfortable, but he seems better today than yesterday. Tomorrow he gets his staples (all 37 of them) out and Tuesday we should be able to get ahold of his pathology results. We fully expect that it is all Castlemans, but they send everything off to pathology anyhow. Thanks for checking on him!