Hey folks, still trying to find my way back to "normal." Might be a losing battle.
But I did manage to put together a list of ideas for fit family fun over Spring Break. Check it out and comment over at the Fit City Moms Blog.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
The End
In my weariness of writing about Mike's medical marvels, I guess I kind of dropped the story before telling the end. Even my own two sisters weren't clear about how things ended up.
So briefly, turns out that Mike's knee and thigh were indeed infected. The good news is that none of the three bacteria they identified are of the resistant sort. So they released him from the hospital on Friday night, but not before setting him up with IV antibiotic therapy once a day for 4-6 weeks, thereby enacting Plan B.
Mike's been down this path before, 7 years ago. It was a frightful experience, complicated by the fact that I was 7 months pregnant and not at all interested in earning my nursing degree by trial and error, which is precisely what they wanted me to do -- flushing IV lines and hanging antibiotics and making sure the bubbles were out so I didn't do something silly like accidentally kill my husband.
So when that became an option again last week, I immediately coiled into a fetal position and wailed "No, no! I can't! I won't!" And know what? I don't have to.
Turns out they have a nifty place just a few minutes from our house where Mike goes every morning to get his antibiotics from friendly and very skilled professionals who wouldn't dream of killing him with a bubble in his line.
Aside from all of that, he's doing very well. Getting around the house without the use of his walker, pretty much. Starting to wean off his pain meds. Showing the 33 staples in his leg to anyone foolish enough to look. Lucky for you, I think the toes were enough. I'll spare you the pic of the staples.
And that my friends (I hope!), is THE END.
So briefly, turns out that Mike's knee and thigh were indeed infected. The good news is that none of the three bacteria they identified are of the resistant sort. So they released him from the hospital on Friday night, but not before setting him up with IV antibiotic therapy once a day for 4-6 weeks, thereby enacting Plan B.
Mike's been down this path before, 7 years ago. It was a frightful experience, complicated by the fact that I was 7 months pregnant and not at all interested in earning my nursing degree by trial and error, which is precisely what they wanted me to do -- flushing IV lines and hanging antibiotics and making sure the bubbles were out so I didn't do something silly like accidentally kill my husband.
So when that became an option again last week, I immediately coiled into a fetal position and wailed "No, no! I can't! I won't!" And know what? I don't have to.
Turns out they have a nifty place just a few minutes from our house where Mike goes every morning to get his antibiotics from friendly and very skilled professionals who wouldn't dream of killing him with a bubble in his line.
Aside from all of that, he's doing very well. Getting around the house without the use of his walker, pretty much. Starting to wean off his pain meds. Showing the 33 staples in his leg to anyone foolish enough to look. Lucky for you, I think the toes were enough. I'll spare you the pic of the staples.
And that my friends (I hope!), is THE END.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
WWYD
Annie has entered the world of babysitting. Actually, she's been doing it for a while now. A year, maybe longer.
Tonight she babysat for some neighbors. They have one little girl, about 2 years old. Baby E. was already asleep when Annie got there. Mom and Dad left, each to separate occasions. Dad arrived home first, not quite 3 hours later.
He gave Annie a check for $20!
She is only 13. Babysitting for just 1 kid. One slept-the-whole-time kid. I think $20 is too much. My first reaction was to tell her she should go there tomorrow and give them $10 back.
But then I started thinking about how I want her to value the service she provides. And how she has done some free babysitting without complaint for a friend of ours who is a newly single mom.
So, do we just consider the generous pay a kind of "what goes around comes around?" Should she give 1/2 back? Should just keep it all and make a donation with some of the money? Buy babysitting supplies with some of it?
What would you have your daughter do?
Tonight she babysat for some neighbors. They have one little girl, about 2 years old. Baby E. was already asleep when Annie got there. Mom and Dad left, each to separate occasions. Dad arrived home first, not quite 3 hours later.
He gave Annie a check for $20!
She is only 13. Babysitting for just 1 kid. One slept-the-whole-time kid. I think $20 is too much. My first reaction was to tell her she should go there tomorrow and give them $10 back.
But then I started thinking about how I want her to value the service she provides. And how she has done some free babysitting without complaint for a friend of ours who is a newly single mom.
So, do we just consider the generous pay a kind of "what goes around comes around?" Should she give 1/2 back? Should just keep it all and make a donation with some of the money? Buy babysitting supplies with some of it?
What would you have your daughter do?
Friday, March 12, 2010
Dear #108
Dear Blog Follower #108:
What happened? I thought we had a good thing going here. Maybe it was the picture of Mike's toes that pushed you over the edge? Maybe it was too much chatter about hospitals and surgeries and infections? Trust me, I'm sick of talking about all that, too.
Maybe you were here for the Biggest Loser updates and you felt slighted that I didn't get one posted this week? Maybe you just don't like me?
Whatever it is, that's ok. I won't pull the "kick me while I'm down" guilt trip. I won't curse you and your little laptop, too.
I hope you'll stop by from time to time to see if we're a match for each other again. And if not, have a nice life.
Amy
What happened? I thought we had a good thing going here. Maybe it was the picture of Mike's toes that pushed you over the edge? Maybe it was too much chatter about hospitals and surgeries and infections? Trust me, I'm sick of talking about all that, too.
Maybe you were here for the Biggest Loser updates and you felt slighted that I didn't get one posted this week? Maybe you just don't like me?
Whatever it is, that's ok. I won't pull the "kick me while I'm down" guilt trip. I won't curse you and your little laptop, too.
I hope you'll stop by from time to time to see if we're a match for each other again. And if not, have a nice life.
Amy
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Can we get a pedicure -- STAT!
Actually, Mike needs a pedicure and a shower, STAT. (You're welcome that I didn't make this picture very big.) Today he did get to "wash" his hair. You know you've been in the hospital too long when you have this much fun with a shower cap.
In general, he is doing well and plans are for him to come home sometime tomorrow. There have been a few snags of late, but my husband has issued a gag order and I'm not allowed to share all the details. Since it's been 3 weeks since he's been able to walk without crutches or a walker and he's spent going on 5 days in the hospital, I'll comply.
Suffice it to say that Mike has the reverse Midas touch. When someone says "it probably won't" to my husband, it WILL.
So you'll understand that tonight when we asked the nurse about how they take out the surgical staples and she said "It's real easy. They just pull them out, unless your skin grows up around them," I gave her a shot of demerol and shoved her in a closet.
In general, he is doing well and plans are for him to come home sometime tomorrow. There have been a few snags of late, but my husband has issued a gag order and I'm not allowed to share all the details. Since it's been 3 weeks since he's been able to walk without crutches or a walker and he's spent going on 5 days in the hospital, I'll comply.
Suffice it to say that Mike has the reverse Midas touch. When someone says "it probably won't" to my husband, it WILL.
So you'll understand that tonight when we asked the nurse about how they take out the surgical staples and she said "It's real easy. They just pull them out, unless your skin grows up around them," I gave her a shot of demerol and shoved her in a closet.
Wordless Wednesday: Stress Relief
(For the record, I walked two laps around the perimeter of the hospital grounds first and the ice cream was individual servings of the low-fat, slow churned variety.)
To blow off a little of your own steam, check out more Wordless Wednesday posts here.
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