I’m inpatient at Mass General (blogging from the glitchy telefonino) and have been since yesterday morning.
Jen took me to the Urgent Care facility in the next town over from us (to avoid having to drive into the city) and they were beyond useless. Basically, they said “yup, you’ve sure got an infection all right. Nothing we can do about it here so you’ll have to go into the emergency room.” Lovely. Had I known that Urgent Care places are the rough equivalent of a school nurse—able to diagnose a cold or an ouchie once you tell the nurse you have one or the other—I would have gone directly to the ER without the pointless extra step.
Anyway, MGH REALLY likes me. They kept me and have been pouring gallons of antibiotics into my veins while waiting for the results of blood tests to come back. Today there will be other tests, more waiting, doctors, and SPECIALISTS! All for what started as an ingrown toenail.
At this point, I’ve not been given any idea of when I might go home. The docs still don’t know why I’m not getting better.
I’m not thrilled about this. In fact, I feel a bit shocked. How did I get here?! How did a simple ingrown toenail turn into a mystery infection and a god-only-knows-how-many-days stay in the hospital?
Also, I only mention it but the rooms are much nicer over in the neurosurgery recovery building. bitch, bitch, bitch…HEY, I gotta go with my strengths here!
