For those of you who have stuck with me so far, let me update you once more. This time from the comfort of my hospital bed, an IV line in my arm, a rerun of How I Met Your Mother on the TV.
The good news is that my dinner will be delivered shortly. The reason that is good, is that I was told no food or water since about 11 a.m., when the CT scan showed a pretty nasty infection around the jaw muscle that might require surgery.
Doctor just popped in. . .we’re holding off.
The bad news is that I’m stuck here for at least another 24 hours! Oh, and can I just share once more the comment from yet another doctor about the, um, curious juxtaposition of antibiotics? (See previous blog if you’re just getting started here).
Next time, Debra, speak up! (assuming you can open your mouth, of course).