I was sick all damn weekend. Apparently this stone in my Parotid gland backed up all that poison into my system. I felt like I got hit by a truck, with a 102+ temperature, aches, pains, all that happy shit. I'm still on the antibiotics and my fever broke around 3 this morning. Unfortunately I couldn't get back to sleep, what with my dog snoring like a buzzsaw and the coughing waking me up. I think the worst is over.
Speaking of the worst being over, they sent pops home yesterday. I was too sick to go over and see him, but plan on calling sometime today.
I have my pre-op appointment with the doc today, too. Yikes, only 8 more days to go and I'm off to morphine heaven. This should be interesting. Moms is going with me for moral support. That could be one of the reasons I'm not sleeping well these days, too, knowing I've got so little time. I just gotta keep telling myself that this is for the best and things will only get better after that.
I think I'm going to stay here in this apartment for another 6 months, if we can work out some kind of deal. That'll give me more time to pack, do some minor repairs, and not stress out so much while I'm recovering. We'll see what they have to say.