Why "How are you?" is a loaded question :)

On Wednesday, I had lithotripsy done on my left kidney to remove the 3cm boulder that has lodged itself there. Basically, it's a use of targeted sonar to break the stones up so the fragments pass easily. And if it was happening to anyone else but me, I'd probably find the whole thing fascinating.

But....

Well, as it turns out, I'm really not the best patient. I mean, I tried. Honest. I like nurses and doctors, generally. But I freaked out the OR staff when I went horizontal unexpectedly (they were going to give me an epidural so I wouldn't have my usual post-op vomit reaction to anesthetic.) One minute, the very nice anesthesiologist was feeling around in my spine and I was hugging my pillow and the next, I was lying on the gurney with five or six faces staring down at me looking concerned.

I don't know what set that off, to be honest---I've had two epidurals in my life (once while I was pregnant with Roisin and once during my labor with her) and I didn't have any where near the same reaction. So I feel obscurely guilty for being a difficult patient.

And oh, yeah, I had my usual post-op reaction to the anesthetic. But I can't blame the docs. They tried.

What's made my week even more fun is this: I've gotten an infection of some sort---fever, chills, you name it, I've probably had it in the last four days. So I'm going in to my doctor tomorrow to make sure this doesn't become something more serious.

I've probably lost five pounds since Wednesday. As a diet method, I don't recommend it. :)

The rest of my family is hanging in...mostly. Roisin is teething and has not been her usual (mostly) angelic self the last couple of days (though she was fine last night.) Rob's been looking distinctly frazzled---not that I particularly blame him there. It's tough running a house and looking after a toddler by yourself and I certainly wasn't able to be any help.

So, here's hoping that things clear up. Being sick sucks.