I'm irritated.

I think I might start naming my blog posts based on my feelings. It's easier than coming up with something snappy. hah.

Today was one of those bad, good, bad, good days. I'm feeling kind of icky, have a low grade fever (99.5, 99.9, hovering in the 99's...which if my regular temp is 97.5, I consider a fever...). There are suspicions of a bladder infection, and I was worried about how the stitches in my ass are doing. The discharge got kind of stinky suddenly.

So as was suggested, I called the at home care nurse, who came to see me. Sorry at home care nurse, but your visit wasn't that helpful. She did put me in contact with my surgeon's nurse, who basically said the surgeon isn't worried about infection in stitches until my temp goes up to 101 and the area feels warm. Fair enough. I demanded that the pee I precariously collected earlier today (you try peeing in a cup while minding ass stitches and pushing yourself to pee) be tested for a UTI. My wonderful, awesome mom is taking my pee on a ride across town as we speak. I should hear something Monday.

What? Monday?? It's doubtful that the pee specialists will get to it today yet (it would have been nice to have someone tell us to get it to the hospital earlier, but what can you do?). It takes time to see what grows in the speciman. I get all that, it's just so frustrating. I know my body, I'm very sure I have a UTI. At the very least, the low grade fever I've been running for the past 24 hours means that something isn't right.

Ah well. We'll get it figured out. In the meantime, I have blankets and a heating pad when I feel chilly.

And I have my mom taking care of me and of my family. I can't even describe how much I love her and how thankful I am that she's here. Who else would make me mashed potatoes in the middle of the day? Who else would drive my pee across town? Who else would be in charge of tea all day long? And drinks? And helping my kids? And doing laundry? I can literally do nothing right now, we'd be sunk without her, for real.

So amidst the crappy things that happened today, my mom was one of the good things. We also got lunch from a good friend, and I know Eli and Reese loved playing. Not a total loss of a day.