Well, for one thing my family had our dinner the previous Sunday, because of work and necessary travel plans.
Thursday morning I awoke in pain fram what turned out to be an abcess on the inner thigh, in a sensitive area. I called my sister and she encouraged me to go to the ER, which I did. On examination I was admitted, as some of the antibiotics they wanted to give can only be administered by IV, in the hospital. I just got home a little while ago. That’s two and a half days out of my life, lol.
I’ve been in the hospital, but this time I was examined and injected more times than I could count. They were always wanting blood, too.
I can’s say enough about how nice the staff was, but the hospital system is weird. Why did they send physical therapists yesterday to work me over, or ask if I wanted home health care? That latter was after they knew I live alone. And who decided I was under pain and stress and sent a psychiatrist today who asked if I needed to talk? I could go on, but what gets me is that everyone was so nice about things, so I had to be nice back
So now I get one day off, Sunday, and on Monday it’s back to work. Bleagh.