I’m home now. What a scare.
My foot is infected again. I went to the hospital and was admitted for 3 days. The wound turned black and scared everyone to death. I was originally diagnosed with a bone infection but the surgeon that amputated my foot as well as his partner disagree with that diagnosis. I had an MRI and saw 5 different doctors. They talked about the need to remove more of the foot but my surgeon, Dr L, does not believe it is needed at this time. Dueling doctors.
In addition to the foot issues I have elevated kidney functions (creatinine levels) and high white cell count. My liver is fine. I have decreased lung functions.
I was given IV antibiotics every 6 hours then every 12 hours, for three days. Now I’m home under the care of my nurse and aide, with oral antibiotics for up to six weeks. This is to avoid having another amputation. If it doesn’t work then I will have to have the rest of my foot removed.
While I was in the hospital the full weight of this was on me but I felt like if given time I could muster up whatever is needed to do this yet again. Being admitted on an emergency basis didn’t give me enough time to get my head together. Thankfully there was no surgery and I now have time to gather myself for whatever comes next. I can do this. I don’t want to but I can.
You know what’s coming Sunday? A purple, fuzzy robe! I ordered it yesterday. I’m so happy 😁🌻💜
Tomorrow, after the nurse and CNA leave, some friends are coming over for ice-cream. I can’t wait.