Last Wednesday morning I woke up with pain in my left hip. I was planning to attend the Ricky Tims Super Quilt Seminar beginning Thursday evening, so I tried to ignore the pain and get on with life and have the much-needed fun I was so looking forward to.
I packed my bag Thursday morning because I was leaving for my fun weekend straight from work. By 11:00 I knew I was not going to be able to go on holiday without seeing a doctor first. The doctor sent me straight to the hospital for a CT scan which determined I was suffering from "scattered diverticulitis." Oh man, I'd had it in 2005 and through two hospital stays (one for IV antibiotics, one for surgery), I got over it. This time I have a different care provider (a P.A.) and she prescribed oral antibiotics. The pain in my hip has been horrendous and I have been doing a lot of sleeping. I missed the entire Seminar. All of it.I decided my health was more important. I don't think I could have faced the hour long drive to get there. Walking and sitting both hurt.
Honestly, the whole weekend was shot. I couldn't tell if the nausea was more from the infection or from the medicine.
By Saturday afternoon I pulled out some quilt blocks I started in a workshop back in 2008. I needed a little easy mindless stitching.
Ugh, is it evening again? Time for another dose of those icky pills (Cipro and Flagyl)? Yech!I have to drag myself back to the office in the morning. AND I didn't even get to have my super fun weekend. I need more sleep. I'd better remember to set the recorder for Downton Abbey.
I'll likely be asleep by the time it comes on.
My hip feels lots better though.