Last Friday when I did the nightly bandage change for the husband's (still in critical condition) right foot I thought maybe the skin on the side looked red. I wanted to go to the ER right away. The husband poo pooed me and insisted he'd be fine. So we agreed I would check it in two hours and if I determined it was getting worse then he would go to the ER on the spot. He didn't think I'd go through with it. At 1:30 AM my alarm clock sounded and I checked his right foot. He was fine. I spent the next 5 hours tossing and turning in bed imagining all sorts of bad things.
This foot odyssey is going to be the death of me.
In the mean time, a couple of months ago, I found a kooky OB/GYN who ran all kinds of kooky tests on me which determined that every level of everything that can be messed up due to stress in me is messed up. Levels of my stuff is all either too high, too low, completely depleted, or low when it should be high and high when it should be low. Moving was harder on me than I thought it would be. So, I've been taking boat loads of supplements for a while and and feeling much better. Until this week. First I noticed my hair falling out again. My sink was covered in a gross web of long brown hair. (Damned gray ones don't fall out!) Then yesterday I was so cold all day that I ended up sleeping with an electric blanket again.
This foot odyssey is going to be the death of me.
Death by hair loss.
Death by cold toes.
Death by lack of sleep.
I took bear bait for a walk this morning. I'm not sure who needed that walk more, but I suspect it was me. She's not limping this evening! I'm on my knees in gratitude. My fingers are crossed that the steroid shot worked. I just don't have the energy to focus on another foot right now. I hope she's okay. And if bear bait isn't okay, I hope she seems okay until the husband's crisis is over.
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