Misery

Some of you may be wondering why I disappeared this week. First, my adorable little grandson Noah (almost four) was playing with his sister and her friends at their house when he somehow planted his right foot and twisted, letting out a shriek of pain and collapsing. Hannah and Reagan collected him and took off for the emergency department of Children's Hospital.  Negative x-ray, so the doctor Ace-wrapped it and put him in a little ortho shoe. We kept him home from preschool and unwilling to bear weight on his foot, he stayed very quiet. Hannah made an appointment with the orthopedic doctor, who saw a spiral fracture of his tibia that the ED docs had missed. So, Noah will be sporting a knee-high boot with many Velcro straps for the next month. He stayed at our house during the days ahead, happy to be a couch potato, doing puzzles and watching his iPad. Today, he finally began clomping along on the boot, announcing, "I walk good!"

Late this week, I began feeling quite unwell toward the end of the day. I took to my bed, hoping for deliverance from my terribly upset tummy and suffering miserable body aches. Thinking I might have the flu, I saw the doctor, who agreed, although they weren't able to test, having run out of swabs due to high demand. She heard some crackles in my right lung, so fortified with an antibiotic, steroid shot and a packet of Tamiflu, I returned home to ride it out. However, after reporting symptoms to my brother Dave, an emergency physician, he felt that I probably didn't have the flu, since there was no cough or high fever. I slept through most of the next 48 hours, eating little and losing eight pounds in the process (yay).This morning, the sun came out after a week of heavy rain, and I woke up from a ten-hour slumber looking for breakfast.

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