It is Thanksgiving in the USA, and while we no longer live there, we are honoring the day to be thankful for all our blessings. My dad finally got released from the hospital and is happy to be home one day before my sister and brother-in-law arrive for a 10 day visit.
However, before all of the good things like dad's release happened, we had to have just a few more instances of drama..as if we needed any more at this point. Two nights ago, I developed a fever again. Fortunately, a couple of Tylenols managed to bring my temperature back down to normal. Because of my recent infection, we decided to notify the doctors of the fever and see what course of action we should take. Urine sample and more blood were the order of the day. So, while I was in the middle of my physical therapy session, the lab technician showed up to draw blood and I did my best to provide the urine sample, despite the fact that my plumbing has not been up to par lately. Even the soumds of waterfalls does not seem to help things get flowing.
In fhe afternoon the doctor called and said I would require 5 more shots of heavy duty antibiotics. I naively thought I could wait to get the first shot in the morning. My friends picked up the shots and delivered them to the house around 7:00 pm. My husband was staying at the hospital with my father so I did not want to let him know that around the same time I developed a fever. This time, though, the fever would not go down, but rather was increasing that made me think I could end up in the hospital room next to my father. Since my friends were spending the night, I asked if they knew someone who could come to the house immediately to give me the first antibiotic shot. Sure enough, in less than 10 minutes a wonderful young man who works for the local Red Cross was here giving me a shot. In less than 20 minutes, the fever was gone and I was able to sleep.
Thursday morning, I decided to recruit my good friend and another young lady to help me get the house all cleaned up since I have not been able to do any housework for almost a month and thought it would be nice to surprise my husband with a clean house and also have the home presentable for my sister's visit.
An hour after the ladies got started with the cleaning we had a major disaster. I was in the master bed typing emails to update family, and friends when I heard a loud loud crash. I look up and my friend's
friend had just accidentally tried to walk through a big glass wimdow. Two thirds of the glass had
fallen and shattered all over the place. My friend started yelling, and I asked her to calm down as I quickly got up to assess the girl's wounds. She was sitting st the end of our bed, sheer fear written all over her face. I realized she did not have any cuts on her face, neck, or arms. She ended up only having three minor cuts on her left hand, I got the first aid kit and stuck three bandaids on the cuts and then we all three looked at each other in amazement of what had just happened. I was in complete disbelief of the odds of having this happen on top of everything else. But more importantly completely grateful Alejandra was just fine. Dad is home, the glass is getting replaced, I am on my way to getting better, my sister and her husband arrive tomorrow, and I get my antibiotic shot tonight. We do have many blessings to be thankful for, most especially the absolutely wonderful friends who supported us through this whole ordeal.
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