Tuesday, December 11, 2012
"We have so much time, and so little to do! Strike that, reverse it."
Do you know that line?
I mean intimately, like you are living it?
Yes, me too.
My oldest child reminded me the other day how close we are to Christmas. I think I have been living on the day after Thanksgiving for exactly 18 days. I am just a little behind, in more ways than one. I thought I had decided not to make any gifts for Christmas. And then I counted them:
three pairs beaded earrings
a pair of flannel pajamas
not to mention all those felt Jesse Tree ornaments (I am officially behind one day now)
To make Advent more penitential than it was already turning out to be, I spent the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception in the ER. On Thursday I noticed the calf of my right leg was sore. I thought I had slept oddly. On Friday morning I got out of bed and it was really sore, but Faith and I were headed downtown with her dance studio to see the Nutcracker, so I tucked all worries in the back of my mind (not really) and soldiered on. By the time we returned home from downtown it was pink, and warm. Because of my history of blood clots I was afraid I might have a clot. And because I couldn't feel the knot in my leg (I could with clots in superficial veins) I was afraid I had a DVT. By bedtime it was noticeably warmer and pinker. When I woke up on Saturday I felt fuzzy in the head. I thought I had a fever, but my temp was normal. We were supposed to go to Mass at 10 in the morning, but I was afraid I would have to go to the ER instead. We decided Doug would take the kids to Mass and I would go to the ER for an ultrasound of my leg. At the last minute I decided to go to Mass with them. I just didn't want to miss that Feast Day Mass!
When we got home I went to the ER and spent the remainder of daylight there. Good news is...it was not a DVT (and I was really glad I didn't miss Mass because I wasn't going to die after all), to the surprise of the doc, the nurse and the ultrasound tech (and she looked really hard). The doc said it's likely cellulitis and sent me on my way with antibiotics. The nurse said I was lucky I thought it was a DVT because I came in before the cellulitis likely had spread to my blood. If that had happened I would have been admitted and been on IV antibiotics. Right now my leg is still swollen and sore, but less warm. I am hopeful that it will clear up soon and I'll be back to normal. Unfortunately, I have no idea why I developed cellulitis. I have no open wounds, bug bites, not even a hangnail. I have an appointment with my doctor on Friday to talk about that.
In the meantime, Faith and I are taking it easy this week, putting ornaments on the tree, getting out some decorations, unschooling. Yesterday, she practiced Christmas carols on the piano, we watched a dance documentary (First Position -- if you have a dancer, I highly recommend it), and read Our Lady of Guadalupe books. I sewed one Jesse Tree ornament and started the cloth dolly for Doug's niece. With my leg elevated.
Tomorrow I'll get back to posting about Our Blessed Mother.
Happy Second Week of Advent.