Complications II

So I was doing a little better and starting to get up and around, just tired. I was taking massive doses of Vitamin C because they said it would speed healing, and that appears to be true, the incision opening has been healing from the inside out nicely. So when I started feeling flu-like symptoms on Thursday I thought there is no way I could be getting sick with all this Vit. C. But it just got worse, with headaches and backaches and then whole body aches and chills and sweats and then this lump on my stomach above the incision started growing quickly and by last night was big and hard and red and hot to the touch. So apparently I had an infection and had to go back to the hospital. My mom is a chemist/microbiologist at Lakeview Hospital here in Bountiful and she was concerned because infections, especially around your guts (vs. a hand or leg, etc.) can spread very quickly and get scary, so she made me go to the ER. I’m glad I did, because they told me it was a good thing I came in. I had to get some crazy nuclear-bomb style IV antibiotics and they had to cut me open a little bit (1/2″ cut, 3″ deep) to let whatever was in there drain out. They filled it with packing and now I have yet a new hole in my body that needs to close up before I can return to normal ife. Gross, I know. My mom took me home to her house at 2 a.m. after we left the hospital so I could have some undisturbed sleep (something that doesn’t exist at my house), and I slept until 11 when David finished teaching Sunday School and came and got me. We’ve made arrangements to have everyone shuffled around for the next couple of days, because before all this happened David had committed to go to WA state for a quick business trip, so he left this afternoon and is returning Monday night. He feels guilty, but we couldn’t have anticipated this.

Anyway, I am assuming this eventually will end and I’ll feel/be better, but until then, it’s back a few steps.

I did order chicks (they come in two weeks) and got all my seeds in the mail. David tilled the gardens Friday and my mom planted peas yesterday (my mom is so great.) The neighbors who moved in just behind us are going to work with us on our animals and garden, which is a huge help since I can’t do anything but place orders with people right now. A sad thing, because we got all commercial chickens last year (these new ones are heritage breeds) I’m having problems with my fryers that I didn’t kill. I kept 4 fryer hens alive to see if they’d lay, and although they eat too much, they lay gorgeous, huge brown eggs. Well, I’d neglected to think about how fryers are bred to be killed before 12 weeks. Like the huge-breasted thanksgiving turkeys, who literally can’t stand up if they are allowed to live after a certain time and are completely unable to mate and be bred naturally–these commercial meat animals can’t live healthy past a young age because of our greedy selection of unhealthy animal strains for maximum meat. So our tremendously fat, waddling fryers are getting red, raw stomachs from their dragging on the ground. I knew it wasn’t cost-effective to keep them, but loved how funny they look when they run and the gorgeous brown eggs, but now it just seems mean–they aren’t designed to live this long (they are 10-11 mos old). A healthy, normal chicken breed can live 12-15 years. although generally laying hen flocks are replenished each year with new chicks and older hens are taken out of commission after their prime laying years (age 3-4). Anyway, that’s just sad. So, David’s going to have to take them out next week with the help of neighbor Dan, who, although we are novices ourselves, wants to work along side us to learn what we’ve been doing.

All that farmy stuff cheers me up, as I am generally anti-social, depressed and under-estrogened these days, the first two probably being due to the last one.

Anyway, consider yourself updated. Back to bed for me.

6 replies
  1. Patricia says:

    Hi Val,

    Just wanted to let you know that I love catching up with you. You amaze me. I hope you can rest and heal and think often of “farmy stuff”. I miss you here!

    Patricia

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  2. Megan says:

    How lucky you are to have a momma who can physically attend to you willingly. There are days (especially this time of year) that I’d give an arm and a leg for that.

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  3. Jen says:

    Val! What a ride you’ve had. I’ll be thinking of you! Our seeds arrived too, but the ground is still covered in snow. Ah well, I guess I will have to clean house instead. Rest rest rest so you can get out there and garden soon!

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  4. dietcokegrrl says:

    Are you kidding me? I can’t believe what a difficult recovery this has been for you. I am so sorry.

    So glad your mom made you go the ER–I know you are just like me (or am I just like you?) when it comes to going to the ER…or the doctor. 🙂

    Glad you were able to get some uninterrupted sleep–yay for moms! Feel better soon. I’ll call this afternoon to see how you are feeling. XOXO

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  5. Carrie says:

    Hey Valerie. We’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I was sad to read that your recovery has taken a step back. I really wish that I was a little closer so that I could help out more with the kids and stuff. I am so glad that your mom was there to help you and take you back to her house for some much needed uninterrupted sleep. What a great mom.

    I too just received my seeds today! I am so excited and can not wait to start planting. I hope you can think happy pleasant thoughts and have a better recovery this time around. We love you!

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  6. brieanne. says:

    oh dear Val you are so strong! I love how you manage to remain rather mellow and positive despite all the challenges (either that or you’ve got us all dooped here blogland). I always leave your blog feeling intellectually stimulated and thinking about the things that really matter … thank you for that 🙂

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