I came home from the hospital last night and was tired and hungry which meant I was also very, very cranky. This was not helped by the fact that I still had my dishes stacked in the sink from when I left. It is kind of hard to do dishes when you are unable to stand. This is not to say that I blamed my husband who managed to do a lot of laundry between taking care of SMR and shuttling between home and the hospital. When I flipped out at the thought of cleaning the kitchen before being able to make something to eat, the poor guy thought I was mad at him.
I was very tired when I got home due to two main reasons:
- A severe allergic reaction Saturday night after attempting to eat a side salad from the hospital. Corn allergic folks beware, citric acid rinses are everywhere.
- I was up until 3:30 Sunday night reading a book I couldn’t put down.
The allergic reaction was handled very well by my nurse and PCA. I did have to remind them a couple of times that, no, I did not need a Xanax as the anxiety is part and parcel of an allergic reaction. That sense of impending doom is how most folks recognize that it is an allergic reaction rather than food poisoning or some form of gastritis. I won’t go into anymore details other than to say that A, my PCA, really did know what to do to help me get through it more comfortably. He is going to make a great nurse.
As to the book? It is called Blood Secrets and is about JuJu in Nigeria. It was written in the late 1980s and I had just reached the interesting part. I might even review it. Between visitors and doctors, I hadn’t really had much of a chance to read. Make no mistake, I was really glad of the visitors!
Now? I’m just grateful to be home with my husband and little dog even if my leg is still a bit on the sore side. I don’t have to baby it, but I do have to be careful not to overdo it.