I do intend to blog my memories of the accident and its aftermath, accounts of how things are going now and how knitting is helping me on my road to full recovery.
I've just been set back a wee bit; on Sunday, I woke up with that unmistakeable pain that screams "STREP THROAT!!" I thought I could make it through the day so I could go to my doctor on Monday(read: $30 dollar co-pay instead of $150 at the ER, but when my fever got to 103.5 and I hadn't been able to eat all day, Mom felt very strongly that I needed to get to the ER. (Mom and Dad were both here for 2 weeks after the accident to help out, then Dad had to get back. I'm so grateful to have Mom here.) I'm a pretty stubborn gal, and I really didn't want to go to the ER, but I called the doc on call and told him the situation, and he didn't hesitate. He said to get to the ER asap. We got there around 9:00 PM, and waited and waited. They had me come in to check blood pressure, etc, and then a few hours later to do the streb swab and a nasty test for the flu.
Long story short (I'm getting really tired): it was positive for strep, they put me on an IV to pump fluids and get antibiotics in me, got a bit concerned when my fever wasn't coming down (it got up to 103.9), but they gave me motrin and it finally fell below 102 and they let me go at 5:30 AM. I am just starting to feel human again, but it's hard to believe that after IV antibiotics and 3 doses of Augmenten, I still can't swallow w/o pain, and it even hurts to talk. And I'm on major pain meds for my arm . . . I just don't understand it.
I have been thinking that there must be a lesson I need to learn about pain. I am hoping that I can figure it out and learn it sooner rather than later.
I feel like I need to say something knitting-related, so I'll share with you a gift I got with some of my Christmas money: a swift!! I already have a ball winder, so no more admittedly hilarious antics of holding the skein on my arms and winding the ball that way.