kshandra: The Burning Man effigy, lit in blue neon, arms by his sides; an orange half-moon is visible over his shoulder. (BurningMan)
Back when [livejournal.com profile] dafydd and I were still together, it was common (perhaps even traditional) to hear him declare in early September, "Well, time to go fix what Burning Man broke."

He only ever said it about his truck. [personal profile] gridlore and I aren't that lucky.

As noted in his own journal, Doug broke three metatarsals in his right foot while we were starting to tear down camp on the final Monday night of the event. I asked, more than once, if he wanted to go to Medical; he declined, and I was too brain-fried, despite having veto power, to insist on it.

It was Wednesday morning before he finally admitted "Okay, this isn't just the neuropathy; something's fucked up." Fortunately, Renown was a direct shot up 2nd Street from our beloved Grand Sierra, and everyone we worked with there was terrific. They got him splinted up and sent us on our way with crutches and both print-outs and digital copies of his X-rays. (They offered him The Good Drugs, as well, but we would have had to fill the script while we were still in Nevada, and we were already nervous about what Medicare was going to do with this visit. Fortunately, Doug had had the good sense to pack the rest of the meds he'd been given for last month's procedure, so he wasn't in complete agony.)

Meanwhile, I keep looking down at my own right shin and wondering WTF is going on...

As noted in the tweet above, I finally stopped trying to grin and bear it on Sunday and took myself to Urgent Care. The doctor I saw said I should get an ultrasound the next day to rule out a possible abscess, and come back to see him once the test was done.

15 minutes after calling me to schedule said ultrasound, they called me back and said "We're cancelling that appointment, the doctor wants you to go to the ER instead."

Where I spent two hours and $200* to get diagnosed with leg pain. Dude, I told you that when I walked in here.

I spend the next two days faithfully taking the Motrin they gave me, then email my primary physician for a follow-up appointment when I don't see any improvement. (I'd also had truly atrocious blood pressure readings on both Sunday and Monday, and figured the sooner I got that seen to, the better.)

Gratifyingly, they called me this morning as I was getting ready for work, saying they could fit me in. Confusingly, my BP was back to what passes for normal for me (136/84 - not great, but miles better than the 209/95 they got in the ER on Monday). Reassuringly (if a bit frustratingly), my doctor said "Yeah, it's a contusion, and where it is will take a long time to fully heal. Keep it elevated, heat or ice depending upon what feels better."

In the words of the National Enquirer's old gossip column: "...and how was YOUR week?"

* It was going to be $250, but when I stopped by the cashier's office after today's appointment, they gave me a Prompt Payment discount. File under "linings, pewter."
kshandra: The Burning Man effigy, lit in blue neon, arms by his sides; an orange half-moon is visible over his shoulder. (Gaze)
(crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] kshandra and [livejournal.com profile] gridlore)

Got over to see Doug around 5 this afternoon; he's more than ready to come home. He actually got to talk to a doctor about it today, and was somewhat mollified when the doctor said that they'd be happy to deal with this on an outpatient basis except for the fact that his temperature keeps spiking, which says he's still actively fighting this thing. So he's willing (if not exactly content) to sit with cold packs in his armpits and behind his head for another day or two. In much the same way that getting the cancer diagnosis helped his outlook ("if it has a name, we can fight it"), he now has a specific target, even if it isn't something he can consciously work towards.

Wandered down to the cafeteria (nowhere near as impressive as Stanford's, but it'll do) and grabbed a few random things so I could have dinner with him when his tray arrived; we joked a little bit about the extremes it takes to actually get us sitting down for a meal together. Watched the last half of The Maltese Falcon on Turner Classic Movies while we ate (a vast improvement over endless repeats of Sister Act 2), then took a brief lap around the floor (our second one of the visit; the nurses want him to get up two or three times a day to keep his muscle tone up). As I left, I checked in with his nurse to make sure he doesn't have any dietary orders on file, and will bring him a personal pizza from the Round Table across the street tomorrow. :D I also checked to see if his disability paperwork had been completed yet (it hadn't, so the nurse left a note on the front of the chart for the doctor to take care of that). We're gonna need that money sooner rather than later. Made the car payment today and had $9 and change left in the checking account when I was done. :-P

I'm feeling better than I was this morning, mercifully; copious amounts of hot tea are helping with that (accompanied by Nyakers ginger thins - not the ginger snaps I remember from childhood, but the taste of the two together is a wonderful comfort). Back to work in the morning...and while I'll be thrilled if Doug calls to say "the fever's gone, get me the hell out of here," I'll be just as happy to finish out my work day in relative peace. My supervisor has been incredible through all of this, but I'd really like to stay in her good graces for the rest of the assignment, and the sooner I no longer need to play fast and loose with my schedule, the easier that's going to be.
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