The Goddess has been at home this week, recuperating from surgery. Today, represents a pothole in the road to wellness. One of my incisions has developed a helluva infection. I don't know if any of you has had your navel lanced, but if not, I hope you never do. Save that particular curse for only the worst of your enemies. Four hours after a trip to ye olde surgeon, I'm still draining. Let me tell ya', it doesn't look or smell pretty. I am not a weak-in-the-knees kind of gal, but after experiencing what I have today, I have just about turned into one. Ugh.
The "up" side is that I actually do feel better. With all the pus and fluid build-up on its way out, the pressure and pain in my abdomen is significantly less. I now have antibiotics to help my beleaguered immune system. I grieve for the zillions of macrophages who gave their lives in a valiant effort to save my belly button. I am proud to give their compatriots chemical reinforcements.
In the meantime, I've been trying to arrange for my sub to stay through the end of the week and dealing with other tasks as best I can. I am looking forward to a good night of sleep and returning to the classroom very soon.