…try not to get an ulcer.
Dad’s right knee was infected; they’re culturing the pathogen now to try and identify it. According to my sister, they may never figure out what it is. Any MDs out there that can speak to this? Anyway, since it appears to be a systemic infection (rather than localized), knee #2 will have to come out, followed by 3 months of IV antibiotics, before they can even think about putting in a new set.
This for a guy who spent the last weekend of my vacation wrestling a 200+ pound staghorn fern back up into an oaktree (after said banana-fed fern broke through a 1/2″ piece of rebar to free itself from its hanging perch) with just the help of my husband and a come-along.
Months of bed rest will not come easy. I’m the laziest damn person in the world, and the week I spent on bedrest at the end of my pregnancy nearly killed me. So, depression is a worry.
Like I said yesterday: FUCK. (Despite what the scientists may say, that doesn’t help as much as I’d like.)
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