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Janet Jackson is out with a new book about her self-esteem issues and how she overcame them.  …

Sisterly AdviceRead More »

Someone whom I respect – I can’t remember who – recommended this novel.  I had started it before my hospital stay and it arrived along with a bag of magazines, puzzle books and a writing pad I had asked for.   After everything else was read, unpuzzled and written, I returned to the novel. …

Review: Freedom by Jonathan FranzenRead More »

Something unexpected has occured as I recover from this sepsis incident. I’ve always been a coffee … freak   I love my java.  Give me a big mug of something bold and I’m in heaven.  But I seem to have lost my taste for it!  …

Tastebud TwistsRead More »

The biggest weekend in my husband’s year is underway.  The World of Motorcycles Expo is on at the Western Fair Agriplex.  Today is the final day, 11 – 5.  …

Bike Show WeekendRead More »

You know, I really didn’t mean for this to become – at least temporarily – the sicky sickerson blog.  But it’s where my head is at.  Visits from my nurse, Geraldine, are usually my highlight for the day.  She is determined to teach me to change my own IV bag.  I pretend I don’t get it, but I do – I just don’t want to do it myself!  What’s next, doing my own electrical and plumbing too? …

Timing is EverythingRead More »

You don’t really know who’s in your corner until you’re down for the count. …

Thank You for Being a Friend (with apologies to the Golden Girls)Read More »

A belated Christmas present from hubby arrived while I was away. …

And Now For Something DifferentRead More »

There are simply too many heroes to keep track of when you’ve been in  hospital for two weeks with a serious illness.  But I’m going to try.  …

Trying to say ThanksRead More »

Let me tell you about my roommate. ‘B’ went home yesterday. She has Crohn’s disease which is chronic and incurable. It causes incredible pain and complications in the bowel and painful inflammation of the joints.

This beautiful 20-something woman knows more about her disease than most doctors. She has had to educate herself in order to cope. Within a day of being here she was in a wheelchair, with her ankles and knees doubled in size. The worst part about that aspect is that they must test the fluid for infection before they can give her anything for the pain. And there is pain, lots of it.

This is the hand that B has been dealt. While her friends party without worry she deals with flare-ups that land her in the hospital. Fortunately she is on a new medication that is reducing the number of incidents and helping her live more normally. She is so cool. She taught me how to use Baxter, the IV dispensing machine. She taught my nurse how to change my PICC line dressing without causing me pain. She was released yesterday and I hope she doesn’t have to come back. She made my stay here more tolerable and gave me some big laughs, too. She handles her situation well because she has no choice. This is her life. I got really sick but chances are, I won’t get that sick again. For B it’s a matter of when.  She rocks and I hope they find a cure for her.

So they’re prepping me for the OR this morning but the decision to go in hasn’t been made. I’ll know sometime just before I’m wheeled away. The chief radiologist and the hospital’s liver specialist, the wonderful Dr Hernandez, will meet about my case first thing this morning.

What happened to me? Well after brainstorming with doctors and senior residents we finally have a theory. This is not as rare a scenario as one might think. And one thing is clear – I’m very lucky to be alive.

A couple of days before christmas I had an old, cracked filling replaced. It went right down to the nerve and was pretty unpleasant. For a couple of days afterward it hurt too much to bite down on and was on the verge of that spongy, infected feeling when it just suddenly stopped getting worse and stopped hurting. Problem solved, I thought.

What actually happened was the budding infection traveled into my blood stream where a battle royal began. Despite having an excellent immune system my white cells were no match and my liver  – the last filter on the blood trail – became severely infected. The flu-like symptoms two weeks ago that were so severe were my liver shutting down. 

Now my liver is full of abcesses and what they want to do today is go in and drain the biggest ones to give the antibiotics a jump start. The smaller ones are too close to blood vessels and other organs or they would do them all.

You may be aware that the liver is a unique organ in that it can regenerate itself and you can live with a fraction of one that’s healthy and doing the job. Dr. Hernandez says mine will never look the same because of what has happened to it but that it should serve me well. Let’s face it, my liver was never that pretty to begin with. If it has to give up its dream of becoming a supermodel that’s a small price to pay for my return to good health.

One more note on dentisty. Apparently there are thousands of people who go on antibiotics prior to getting dental work done because of the risks. It never would have occured to me. I always took its safety for granted as do millions of others. How fragile we are, indeed.

I’m in limbo but it’s quite alright.

Twice now I’ve been told I might go home or they might go in. Now Monday morning is the next d-day for either shipping me out or putting me on the OR. It’s either/or because of the closeness of my liver abscesses to other organs. They have to weigh the risk of removing the liver problems against the potential for new infection. 

So how do I prepare to go home or go under? I don’t! I hang in, watching bad tv, napping and getting poked with needles. They’ll let me know on Monday. Until then I’ve got nothing better to do except concentrate on getting better. I’ve got the easy job. I must admit that I would like to go home before the Spanx hour on the Shopping Channel starts to look like worthwhile television. It’s getting dangerously close!

There had been talk of sending me home
to continue my care but it’s not yet meant
to be. My white count ( the body’s army)
is still too high.

I have bursts of energy that mislead me into
feeling recovered that are consistently
followed fifteen minutes later by the
overwhelming need to nap for an hour
or more. Such is the nature of recovery
I suppose.

I’ll go home when they say so. I’ll continue
to try to get some of the jello rations before
they’re all gone and I will watch more bad
daytime tv. I won’t complain because I know
how very fortunate I am.