I came home Friday, today is Monday and I am FINALLY able to focus on rest, healing, recovery. WHAT a crazy weekend!
Saturday: I've had a sebaceous cyst slightly right of the middle of my chest, about 3 years. Mostly I don't know I have it. Naturally it decides to get infected, woke up with an abscess. VNA PT arrived, I had her look at it. "With 3 metal joints, you do NOT want to take chances with this bacteria, get thee to the ER!" Called around for a ride. (Note: Urgent Care also would do; however the nearest one which takes my insurance is a 22 mile one way drive, and the hospital is just 2.2 miles from home, so the friend driving and I agreed to go to ER.) When we arrived, just 2 people in the waiting room. Even though we knew I was going to be very low in terms of triage, that seemed fine. Well, you know how ERs go: unpredictable. The place suddenly became a crazy place, and we weren't even seeing the ambulance arrivals! Finally I was called, after 4.5 hours of waiting. In and out in under 10 minutes. The Nurse Practitioner did send a sample off to the lab; he said as I spent the last 12 days in facilities, best to test for MRSA and other stuff. Got a prescription for Keflex, 1 tablet every 6 hours for 7 days. I guess once I am past this hip recovery I will have to see about having the cyst removed, now.
Sunday: Of my 7 cats, I still had not seen 3 of them, one of which needs a daily pill. Pet sitters hadn't seen Tommy for his pill since Tues, and the other 2 hadn't been around Thurs or Fri. My cats are indoor only, and as the house is a ranch, this is one floor living. The cellar is off limits just now as it is not cat safe. I've lived here 2 years, but been in post op recovery mode for 17 months, so it just has to wait for me to heal so I can clear it out. I go down there for the laundry. I don't think the cats even knew we HAD a cellar. Sunday morning, trying to figure out where those 3 kitties could be, I opened the cellar door. WHOA! They had been on the upper steps, me opening the door or maybe my walker, something spooked them and down they went. I jumped back. Ebony (another cat) was in the hallway, raced over to see what was up (curiousity and cats you know?) and decided to go down too! I shut the door. Now I had FOUR of them down there! Called pet sitter, I was fuming. Long story short she brought over a trap, and all 4 are now up here, as of this morning (Monday). Three of them were quite hungry so went in the trap Sunday. Ebony of course was the last to get trapped. I know there is cat pee and poop down there now, so I am NOT happy. The sitter had washed the sofa cover and a few other items pet related; she's done it other times, and always closed the door behind her this time she didn't. And now the cats know the cellar is there, they have become door darters. I will have to close cats in bedrooms prior to opening that door for a good few months, until they forget all about it. I have added "find a new pet sitter" to my To Do list.
So as of 8:30 this morning Monday, when we got the last cat up, I am in to recovery mode instead of addressing some craziness or other! Calm and peace AT LAST! (I hope I didn't just jinx it!)