Well, I haven’t checked in lately, even though I’m still home and haven’t yet returned to work. A little cyst has turned into a really big deal. The doctor decided, when I left the hospital, not to put me on any antibiotics although I had a HUGE wound area. For you ladies with smaller breasts: BE GRATEFUL! It is really a blessing.
I developed both a yeast infection and pseudomonas. I was put on a topical antibiotic, gentomycin, and mycolog. They worked for a while and then the pseudomonas came back with a vengeance. Next round of antibiotics was Cipro pills for 5 days. It started working, but the doctor decided to keep me off anything else for a week. The next culture turned up MRSA, pseudomonas and strep. Now I’m on IV antibiotics (2 of them) which I administer myself. It’s actually pretty cool. The meds are in little round balls, like small grenades. I just have to hook them up to my IV and let them run their course. The good news is that they are working.
I see the plastic surgeon on Wednesday and hopefully the area will be ready for skin grafts. This all began on August 12 and I am actually looking forward to more surgery. I want my life back, even though it wasn’t all that exciting to begin with. Like my cats, I am not a creature who relishes change. I like routines, I like things to be planned/scheduled in advance, I like to know just what to expect, what’s around the next corner. And I want to be able to sleep with my cats again. I miss the snuggles. As it is now, I have to be extremely careful when I pick them up and they sit on my lap so they don’t inadvertently scratch my wound area. And I miss going to work.
With the daily hyperbaric treatments, I’m gone from 9 – 2 or even later if I run errands while I’m out. I don’t have much energy, so even laundry and litterboxes wear me out. Cooking isn’t even an option most days, so I’m still relying on microwave meals. I still don’t have the time or the energy to tackle all the things I could never get to when I was working. Then on the weekends, the home health care nurse comes in to change my bandage. It’s the only time that I can actually SHOWER! The rest of the week I can only take “sponge” baths because I’m not able to dress the wound myself. All in all, this has been a frustrating experience.
Chaz has malignant tumors in his ears, which are inoperable. He is still hanging in there and eating, but not as much as I would like. He has started grooming himself again, which is a positive sign that he is feeling somewhat better. It’s only a matter of time, but that’s the case with each of our critters. Their lives are way too short, regardless of how long they live.