Well, I'm still here in the hospital. And they're still telling me they're transferring me. At this point I'll believe it when I see it.
I have two hospital-caused infections. Neither represent a significant threat to my own health or that of visitors with normal immune systems. I had to laugh at the irony of today's "word of the day" being "Nosocomial". (nosocomial means hospital-caused, as in infections or illnesses)
Yesterday they took the external fixator off of my leg. That was my sixth trip to the OR. I now have a big black boot on my leg that gives me a false sense of security because I still can't put any weight on it, and now the pin sites hurt like a mad bastard.
I'm so freaking tired of this.
I'm still working on the pomatomus socks, one is finished and the other is 1/3 of the way down the calf. That's about it for knitting. I blame the meds. It's hard to concentrate on knitting when you're in this much pain or groggy from the oxycodone. I've learned to do sudoku, though, so it's not all a wash.
More later. Too tired now.
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