SIt has been a long long rough road, February 20th what started as a normal day ended up with me in the ER. My artificial knee joint was infected - they were just two years old and had never given me any issues. We tried treating it with oral meds at home when they didn't work I was admitted and put on IV antibiotics.
When I found out just how sick I was I was scared praying to God that my family would be ok. That this wouldn't taint my son's senior year- my daughter would be ok during the rest of school year.
Many thoughts raced through my head that night. I worried about my husband and all the things that come with me being gone.
My job what would happen to that .--the kids I was helping what would happen with the disruption of me being gone.
There were so many nurses that were so great comforting me -- there was so many of them that were there to help me through things.
This was such a turning point for me I was the one being cared for-- I only knew how to be the caretaker. I had to get used to IV pumps running and beeping- nursing staff in and out of my room.
So many days and nights blending in...I was scared-lonely--worried.
