And I am whipped. At 6:30 am, my temp was 101. Really neat nurse, though... through ingenuity, we got it down to 100 and a smidge. She was sure they wouldn't take me to the OR if it were 101...
I wish that Evil People were required to wear a Scarlet E or something. It makes one something of an ass to assume evil at random, even at a site with a very high ratio of evil to non-evil people.
More on that later, or not.
It was difficult to answer questions from hospital staff about how I "got" CRPS without wanting to punch someone.
"Was it due to an injury, sweetie?"
"Do they even know what caused it, hon?"
"That's a weird disease, isn't it?"
Anyway, they treated me very well today. Yesterday? Not so much. But yesterday is over.
The port is in... I haven't even looked at it yet. There is some slight bleeding. The surgeon was way cool.
I finagled my way into getting a Toradol shot... I love Toradol.
Er... my last BP check there was 215 over something. What? I was in pain... that's the only explanation I can think of.
Speaking of yesterday, there is a 10-week old kitten with needles for teeth running around here raising hell. He has no name yet. He and his siblings were discovered as newborns abandoned at a horse farm and they were hauled in to this regional no-kill shelter. They were all given cheese names -- This guy was Muenster. I didn't meet them, but stashed in the back were Brie, Edam, and other luscious dairy concoctions.
Temporary Muenster is a biter. I had just settled into bed to nap through this relatively mild discomfort and he joined me. Almost immediately, he sank his teeth into my left index finger, and I promptly bled all over the bed and my clothing.
So I have been doing laundry...
Anyway. That's all I feel like passing on right now. I need food...
I hope all is well in your world today...