Hope you get the AC up and running soon, EPW. The older I get, the easier I can suffer without heat for a few days, as opposed to being able to bear the summer heat and humidity--I NEED my AC! :-) (And yes, I marvel that I survived growing up in deep So. IL with all its creeks, lakes, and wooded "bottoms" and related subtropical humidity--without AC at home, EVER. Besides being tight as bark on a tree, Mom hated AC and was convinced it was good for us and was a sign of character to sit and sweat. She finally had central air in the last house she bought, but refused to turn it on.)
My vent: 5 weeks out from the long-delayed foot surgery (and with the stitches taken out 2 weeks ago yesterday), the incision has nicely healed into a truly gruesome 9-inch scar, except for about 1.5 inches, which Will. Not. Heal. Likewise for the half-dollar-sized blister on the back of my heel, rubbed by the hard-as-granite splint I was in for 3 weeks (under a ton of bandages and dressings). Of course, the surgeon is out this week, so I had my GP look at it during my regular diabetes/PV/high BP follow-up this morning. As expected, she put me on antibiotics, ordered me to sit around and stay off it (just started weight bearing a week ago), and has me going to the wound care doctor at 11 on Monday.
Dammit. I've been as careful as can be, since I'm diabetic (i.e., slow healing) and have PV (i.e., risk of clots) and am a MRSA carrier. Poor ALHS has run himself into the ground taking care of me, fetching and carrying and doing chores while I hobbled around; he's been religious about changing dressings and keeping an eye on the wounds. It's not like we haven't been careful. Damn, damn, damn.
SIGH. Sorry. Back to grading.
ETA: We just had our 40th wedding anniversary. If we've made it through all our various surgeries and medical problems and still take care of each other without complaining, I guess that's something!
