Sometimes You're The Dog...

other times you're the hydrant.

Well, life tends to have its little ups and downs, doesn't it.   The past days have been more on the down side, but things are getting better each day.

I spent nearly a week in the hospital.  The final diagnosis was Cellulitus (sp.?), which amounts to fluid build-up followed by a bacterial staph-like infection  taking over, which left me with two ugly open wounds on each lower leg.  Surgery was done to clean these up and begin treatment.
It was also found that I have diabetes, but it looks like that can be controlled without the use of insulin.

I am now residing in a rehab facility where treatment continues and my strength is slowly being restored.  I'm guessing it will probably be another week before I am released back among the general population.

The hardest thing for me is not the treatments or the physical rehab.  It is being in constant contact with people.  As most of you know, I live alone and like it that way.  I don't do Bingo.  I don't do group activities.  I don' enjoy all of those Senior Citizen type frolics.  I love my solitary life and most times don't care if I see anybody except my family.  But I have put myself in a grin and bear it mode.  I will do whatever I need to do to get to go home again.

My children have been wonderful.  They have seen to my every need.  They have been at my apartment taking care of the things I haven't been able to do for myself before entering the hospital.  They are helping me find another apartment with elevators and easier laundry facilities and no stairs.  I am on a waiting list.

Last evening my brother walked through the door of my room, totally surprising me.  He had driven many, many miles just to see for himself that I was doing OK.  I love my brother.

So that's what I have been up to.  How are things with all of you?