supposed to die

Some random things on a Saturday

Wrong wayI am so, so, so behind.

I have an event every week or so for the foreseeable future. I also have two novels due by the end of April. One exists as only a four-page outline. There'a third novel I told my editor I would write this spring.

On Wednesday, my leg started acting up again - it felt tight and looked red. (I spent three days in the hospital between Christmas and New Years after having been diagnosed with cellulitis which kept getting worse.)  As you can image, this development frightened me. I got an appointment with my doctor, but was so resigned that I packed a bag for the hospital before I went to her office.

Instead, she said she was rethinking the idea it was cellulitis.  (Because I "failed" so many antibiotics, the hospital had deemed it MRSA cellulitis.)  She must have pulled every string she had, because within the next four hours I had an X-ray, a dermatology consult, a biopsy, an MRI, an orthopedist consult, and blood work.

I'm now up to having had 12 doctors weigh in on this. The new theory is that I had traumatic panniculitis (which resolves on its own with no treatment) and that I never had cellulitis at all.  If that's true, I didn't have to spend three weekPeely handss in bed with my legs elevated, have five antibiotics, have two drugs for the side effects, and even now, two weeks after I had IV vancomycin, be watching the skin on my hands peel off.

But hey, I am alive! All my latest test results look good. I'm slowly building my strength back up in running and kung fu (although I am wearing shin guards to protect whatever it is I have wrong with me). I have kids writing me every day. I have editors out there who want what I write.

And spring is coming.
How scary! Glad you are on the mend, and yes, take care of yourself first. Editors and readers want your books, but they want you to be healthy first so you can write them. :)
I think I would have been more scared if I had felt systemically sick. I never ran a fever or felt loopy.

There have been some scary moments, though, like when one of the doctors thought I had a blood clot in my heart that was throwing out bits. Watching her freak out - and google on some doctor version of google - freaked me out.

If I had a dollar for every medical person who said to me "That's weird!" or "That doesn't look good!" I would be rich.
Wow! What a mess. Sounds like it's getting better though. Hope you're completely well soon.
Definitely proof that medicine is an art, not a science. There's a saying doctors have, "If you hear hoofbeats, don't look for zebras" but in my case I wish they would have done a quick peek.

Man, I'm glad your doctor took a second look at that thing. If only they'd gotten on that sooner.

Good luck with writing two books. I'd just pass away with anxiety if I had that kind of deadline staring at me. THOUGH I SHOULDN'T, because maybe one day it will happen to me.

Edited at 2014-01-20 06:23 pm (UTC)
I am still made about the hospital. They are shrugging about the whole mis-disangosis, medicine is an art not a science, blah, blah, when they did not do any tests!