Well, well, well

Hidy Ho folks. My goodness. A lot has happened since my last post.  Let's see...Mon 1/9 I went back to Dr. Turns out I needed a drain. Bummer. But hey no big deal. It'll just make me start feeling better quicker. I'll just keep taking my antibiotics and pain pills and before you know it I'll be running the streets again.  No way Jose. Wilbur kept better bigger, redder and more infected. really gross looking. I wouldn't even show Troy. By my follow up appt Thursday poor Wilbur was in terrible shape. I had even been feeling so bad I had to call my cousin Angie to bring me dinner. I was in major pain and just feeling bad. How the heck is this happening? I was doing so good. So, anyway, the follow up appt. I'm told to keep taking antibiotics. It takes a bit for them to kick in and the drain was working. I go home to veg and wait it out. I'm bound to start feeling great once these darn antibiotics kick in. The pain meds were a joke but I'm tough. Well, Sat I was talking to my gal Julie and told her that the redness kept spreading. Lucky for me, not only is Julie a great friend but a part time doc(not really). She insisted that I call the on call doc. I did after the whole run around with Jules that I had just been to the doc and there was no reason to call. The on call Dr, Dr. Kelly, said to go straight to the ER. Troy had the boys and my cousin Joey was over helping instal new windows. So, I call the dad taxi. We get there and Dr Kelly had called before I got there so they took me back right away. Turns out I needed to have Wilbur cut open to clean him out. Poor little, by now HUGE Wilbur was full of puss...freaking gross. Little pustules all over the top of him. But no biggie. I'll just go home lay on the couch and let everyone cater to me. Once again, I was mistaken. I'm getting admitted. Lucky for me Dr Kelly had told me to pack for a couple days just in case.  So, being the great listener that I am I brought a comfy blanket. I get room 429. nice single room with state of the art TV. By this I mean it's a cube with a remote that only goes up. no reverse.  Well Monday I am scheduled for surgery to help clean WIlbur up more. It's called debridement. I'm already hooked up to IV meds.1250mg of Vanco. And I get pain pills every 4 hours. Lucky, I don't need the pain meds to often as I am no whiner. My nurses were awesome. I got to know them pretty well and we had lots of giggle and Diedre(friend and radiologist associate) brought me flowers on Monday and a sign with a spider and a pig..."Radiant Pig". She strung it up for me. Every time I looked at it I smiled. Friday I had another surgery for more clean up. By now, Wilbur has gotten smaller. He had just days ago been a full C or possibly D cup and now he was smaller than 3 months ago. He also looked pretty sad. Monday the 23 I was transferred to retreat hospital in the fan for "wound care" I always referred to it as Wilbur care as it sounds much nicer. I started hyperbaric chamber treatment the day I got there and hydro therapy the following day. By wed afternoon I was released and put on oral antibiotics. Hurray!!!!!!!!!!!! I still go Mon thru Fri from 1 -4 for hydro and hyper. On the upside by the time this part is over in 5 weeks I'll look like I'm 20. I'll try and post pics from my Sr year in high school That way those of you who did not know me then will be able to recognize me :) So, all is well. Hopefully in 4 months all of this will be a distant memory. I'll post more of the funny stories that happened while I was in lockdown but for now just wanted to give everyone the DL. XOXOX