Home from the ER or it sucks to be me
My bad arm in a splint so I don't move it.
This morning I spent three hours at the clinic waiting to see a doctor for my follow-up visit. No appointments were available, they had to "squeeze" me in. I was on my way to work.
The doctor looked at my arm and told me to immediately go to the emergency room.
I spent three hours in ER.
They took two x-rays to look for a tooth chip or a pocket of cat saliva. No foreign objects in my arm.
They hooked me up to an antibiotic IV drip, with two more scheduled Wednesday and Thursday. It wasn't too bad. I was wrapped up in warmed blankets and watched I Love Lucy reruns and Jerry Springer.
A temporary IV connector was inserted into my good arm so they can use it the next two days.
A splint was put on my arm so I don't move it too much.
I was advised no exercise for next two days which will make a full week of no exercise for me.
It sucks to be me these days.
Walter is fine. He's still alive (lucky cat), happy and healthy. I still feed him and pet him, except I'm not into cuddling and won't let him lay on the bed next to me. I'm not ready for that kind of closeness.