What a fun couple of weeks this has been.  You should sense a bit… no alot… of sarcasm there.

We all busted butt to pull off, what I feel, was a successfull West Middlesex Sesquecentennial Celebration over the weekend of the 14th – 17th.  I thought the turn out was great and people seemed to enjoy it.  We receivewd a lot of good comments.  I had figured that my back would give out on me at some point, hopefully after we were done.  It didn’t, but I was extremely tired.

Tuesday, the 19th, took me back to work.  I had hoped that since my job is mainly desk work, I would be able to catch up to myself.  Things were crazy at the office.  The longer the week went… The more tired I became.   Friday night, I came home and crashed.  I noticed a bit of pain in my groin.  It looked like a fatty cyst was forming.  I get them now and again.  Usually, they aren’t pain full.  I disregarded it as most of the time they go away on their own.

Saturday, I went up town to get groceries and such.  I thought about going to see Expendables III.  I ran out of energy.  I decided I would come home and catch a nap before the movie started at 3:45.  As I laid on the bed,  I realized that my face was hot and my body cold.  I checked my temperature.  It was 100.4.  I chalked it up to being run down and finished my nap.  I then went to the movie.

Sunday, I thought I would go on a motorcycle ride.  I got up feeling terrible.  I stayed home and slept the whole day.  Monday was much of the same.  Around 2 AM, I got up with a fever of 102.  I almost called Dad to take me to the hospital.  I decided to wait til morning and see what my temp was.

I took a shower Tuesday morning and was out of energy.  I made the decision that it was time to go to the ER.  A call to Dad and within a 1/2 hour or so I was at the ER.  After a few tests, It was decided that the cyst on my groin was infected.  My white blood count was through the roof as were other vitals, including my sugar.   I was admitted to the hospital on heavy antibiotics and fluids.

I stayed there til Friday night.  I had to wait til late to come home because Home Health could not come out late to administer the second daily dose.  This was my first time staying in the hospital over night and dealing with all these decisions for myself.   I could handle giving myself the IV but I wasn’t sure about packing the open wound where the cyst was.  It has to remain open to allow the toxins to leave my body and heal from the inside out.  If not, it may refill and then I would be in the same boat.

I sit here this morning after being able to take a shower for the first time.  My dressing was changed on my PICC line to make sure it is ok.  Bloodwork was drawn so that they can make sure the Antibiotic isn’t causing any issues.  I feel a ton better.  I am allowed to do things as long it doesn’t put me at risk for debris getting in the wound or damaging the PICC line.

I went to Walmart yesterday to get cat food and stuff I needed.  Dad drove.  I got exactly what I needed and ended up sitting on the bench out front… half ready to pass out.  Dad got talking to someone and lost track of time.  Had that been last week, I wouldn’t have enough strength to wait on him.  I would have probably passed out on the bench.

I’m not allowed to go back to work as long as this thing is draining and open.  I have to figure out how our benefits work so I have some kind of income.  That is Tuesday’s mission…  Figure that mess out.

I think I’ll lay down for a bit now that lunch is done and I’ve typed my little piece.  On the mend… .Catch ya later…

~Cappy