Report on Dad:
Here's the latest. Dad had an appointment with someone...either the spleen surgeon or the bone marrow guy. Either way, they checked out the dental infection that is delaying the spleen surgery. It's not really a gum infection, like everyone thought. It's some sort of undetermined infected cyst or lymph node on the inside of his mouth, according to a third doctor. All doctors conferred and decided to admit Dad to the hospital today. Tomorrow doctor #3 will drain the infected whatever-it-is and then the hospital will give Dad lots of hospital-grade (I made that up) antibiotics until spleen-removal day (Wednesday the 8th). So Dad is stuck in the hospital for a while now. I feel sorry for the guy. And for my mom.
And I'm also feeling sorry for myself. It's cycle day 28. I took a home preg test this morning and got a big fat ugly negative. I'm sure my nasty ass period is on it's way. I'm feeling discouraged. Big time. Why is it so easy for some people to get pregnant? They get knocked up and don't even mean it. Not that I'm having the troubles of a lot of folks who have to do infertility drugs, shots, etc. It still hurts, though, each month when you find yourself without child. Blah. Oh well, maybe the 5th cycle is the charm? Who the hell knows.
I used to call my dad "Poppy" when I was little. Then one day a neighborhood "friend" made fun of me for it. He's been Dad ever since.
Here's the latest. Dad had an appointment with someone...either the spleen surgeon or the bone marrow guy. Either way, they checked out the dental infection that is delaying the spleen surgery. It's not really a gum infection, like everyone thought. It's some sort of undetermined infected cyst or lymph node on the inside of his mouth, according to a third doctor. All doctors conferred and decided to admit Dad to the hospital today. Tomorrow doctor #3 will drain the infected whatever-it-is and then the hospital will give Dad lots of hospital-grade (I made that up) antibiotics until spleen-removal day (Wednesday the 8th). So Dad is stuck in the hospital for a while now. I feel sorry for the guy. And for my mom.
And I'm also feeling sorry for myself. It's cycle day 28. I took a home preg test this morning and got a big fat ugly negative. I'm sure my nasty ass period is on it's way. I'm feeling discouraged. Big time. Why is it so easy for some people to get pregnant? They get knocked up and don't even mean it. Not that I'm having the troubles of a lot of folks who have to do infertility drugs, shots, etc. It still hurts, though, each month when you find yourself without child. Blah. Oh well, maybe the 5th cycle is the charm? Who the hell knows.
I used to call my dad "Poppy" when I was little. Then one day a neighborhood "friend" made fun of me for it. He's been Dad ever since.
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