the update.

In the states. Arrived at RDU at about 10:40PM and headed to UNC Hospital ER.

Jen had provided a really great biography of what had been done so that I didn't have to stumble through it all trying to remember details. Did the ER thing. Triage, nurse, resident, resident talks to attending, resident comes back... blah, blah, blah.

So here's the deal--

Today (during my non-puke-episode flights) the red mark around the infection shrunk a bit. I also was not feeling nauseous and was doing pretty good with the pain as long as I remembered to take my meds on time.

The great news is that because the infection appears to be "going in the right direction" I am NOT going to be admitted. I am SO THANKFUL for this-- for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that we don't have health insurance and that was really weighing on my mind.

The bad news is that when they cleaned/unpacked/cleaned/irrigated/repacked it tonight, it was THE WORST PAIN of my life. It was SO awful. She used lidocane but didn't really wait for it to settle in. It was horrible. I thought I was going to hit her. SO BAD. But that's not the bad news. The bad news is that I have to go back to the hospital EVERY 24-48 hours to have that exact same thing done to me. Seriously. The worst pain of my life, every 24-48 hours.

Nick and I are checked into a hotel (yes, we just got checked in after 3AM). Nick is out buying my prescriptions (they changed up my meds and may do so again after the cultures come back), and then we are GOING TO SLEEP. Like for serious sleep. We went ahead and booked 2 nights so that we don't even have to wake up tomorrow if we don't want to. (I don't have to go back to the hospital until Monday morning, since it's technically Sunday already although it feels like Saturday because I haven't gone to bed yet...) But we may want to wake up because we're like a block from a waffle house. So, really, that's enough to wake up for at least a half an hour for, right?

I also might pick up a few t-shirts as I looked at my clothes I hurriedly packed as I was headed out the door to Port three days ago-- I have lots of underwear. And a couple tank tops. And a towel and a sheet. ??? Nick had Hugues throw some clothes in a bag for him and have them sent to Port this morning and he ended up with bathing suits instead of shorts.

Or maybe we will just stay all awkward and missionary-like. Who knows? Since this isn't a vakay and we shouldn't be here TOO long it doesn't really matter, now does it?

Well, maybe it matters to me a little bit. But that's just because I am vain like that.

Ok. Vicodin rambling at 3:44AM. (Egads! That's the same time I wrote the post last night!... Weird.)

Okay, really going to bed now.

Goodnight.