What a gorgeous day it was, bright blue sky, no clouds, low humidity and warm, but not too hot. The Elder Pea helped me push furniture around this morning and both Peas did some house cleaning for Queenee and me. Queenee is in no shape to be doing much that involves her right arm, since she scratched herself, didn't properly disinfect, and now has a bout of lymphedema to deal with.
I drove her to St. Elsewhere, which was an adventure in itself. We left home at noon, and ran smack dab into the Allston/Brighton Pride parade (not a gay pride parade). What a mess. Most of the major streets going from the MA Pike to St. E's were blocked off. What stupid idiot decided to block three out of four streets that go to and past the biggest area hospital? At one point, as we were sitting in a traffic jam down yet another side street, I asked a cop, "How are we supposed to get to the hospital from here?" His reply was, "St. Elizabeth's? I have no idea." So what are you doing directing traffic in Brighton? Luckily I know the area and we finally finagled our way around and up to the emergency room. Unbelievably poorly planned parade.
Then we got to sit in the hospital for two hours before Queenee finally saw a doctor. The good thing is she isn't in any pain, so we watched the Patriots beat the crap out of the poor Buffalo Bills for some of the time. The doctor was very nice. He had her hooked up to IV antibiotics and wrote a prescription for oral antibiotics that she'll start taking later tonight. She has to go back in tomorrow, and as long as the redness and heat that is evident in her arm has reduced, she'll be kept on oral antibiotics and sent home. We got home around 6pm.
So Queenee and I missed most of the beautiful day, but she wasn't serious enough to warrant being admitted to the hospital. Maybe next time she'll remember to make a dash for the isopropyl alcohol!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
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I'm glad you went to the hospital immediately... I know the Emotional Effects of this - way on her daily. She will get to the point of alcohol on a cut and reduce lifting or working that arm, but after all these years of activity (more than the average woman) Queenee has to submit to holding back and being cautious. I am sure it is very hard. When you feel fine and are able to do what you have energy to do, it's hard to say "No, I can't do that".
ReplyDeleteI know it would be very very hard for me, and it's good to know Queenee has a support group to remind, remind, remind if not nag her into remembering the limitations. Breast cancer survivers need support daily.. She is a shiny example of positive attitude and health, it's hard to stop the "little engine that could". Love the Queen!!!!!!!!!!!!
She went in for a recheck today and was declared in fine fettle. She'll be on Keflex for twenty days, but that's a small enough price to pay.
ReplyDeleteOnce she's done with the antibiotic, I'll start wrapping her arm again, and maybe once we get the swelling down, she'll go get that sleeve she was supposed to get a year ago.
I just went to look for my isopropyl alcohol and found none... this was a good reminder to check out the med cabinet. I have a little thorn from a bougainvillea in my finger and that plant can put the hurt on you if you don't deal with it right away!
ReplyDeleteGood news on the queenee... glad it was caught quickly.