a little culture

Well gunky microscopy came back negative at the end of last week but gunky culture came back positive this morning. It's positive for a certain kind of anaerobic bacteria which 90% of the time is simply an infection of the bloodstream. Ten percent of the time it can be indicative of something that might need more treatment.

So the Mad Professor has changed my antibiotics and wants to run a host of blood tests at the end of the week, just to make sure that my liver isn't playing silly buggers and then it's just a matter of waiting for the appointment with the surgeon to come through.

I'm not really that worried about anything sinister going on, but I will admit to being a little bit fed up with it all.

the afternoon before Christmas

Thank you, everyone, for the wonderful and supportive comments. Thank you to those who came over from LFCA (and for whoever posted my news) and thank you most especially to those of you who took time from the pile of poo you yourselves are wading through to offer me comfort.

It seems so crass, in the face of all your support, to keep on keeping on, but I have another bone to pick with the universe. Not enough for me to miscarry my third pregnancy over Christmas, dear universe? Not enough for it to happen while I'm still suffering with a chest infection? Seriously, you had to give me a lump under my breast at the same time? I mean - seriously?? A lump so painful it actually restricts movement of my right arm? Did you think, dear universe, that giving me this just when I can't even attempt to make an appointment with my GP until Tuesday, would add spice to the festive season? Well, guess again. Too much has happened this year to make this anything to fret over.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

And having got that off my chest, I would like to, rather less dementedly, wish everyone a very peaceful Christmas.