* Last night Hotter was in horrible pain, and he finally asked me to take him to the ER so you know it was bad. I dropped my husband off, tracked the XY down (on a date, the poor bastard) and dumped the three over-tired MFA Children on him, and doubled back to the ER.
* Hotter's white count was trending upward, a CT-scan revealed a pocket of fluid where they operated, and while we were waiting he spiked a temp, so they admitted him.
* Currently he's in the Transplant ICU with O2 sats in the low nineties despite six liters of humidified oxygen and doped up on a morphine PCA. The nurse still described him as "miserable" when I called to check a moment ago.
* Yes, I had to leave him there, which I hate, hate, hate, because the XY missed work again and was not pleased (although the displeasure of the newly personality-transplanted, post-alien-abduction XY is prefaced by genuine-sounding inquiries into how Hotter is faring and how I'm holding up, and I may have been hallucinating from exhaustion at one point today but I'm pretty sure that part was real).
* So I came home this morning, but then the XY didn't actually return the children after all, and I don't even care because I really needed to sleep and did in fact crash hard after fourteen hours of sleep in ninety-six hours.
* Don't even ask me how I am, because hell if I know besides "abjectly fucking grateful my shrink doubled the antidepressant last time I saw him, because damn."
* Infection in a transplant patient on immunosuppressive drugs is bad though, and most of the really strong antibiotics that treat things that pop up while someone is already on Cipro post-op are hard on the kidneys even if you have two factory-original ones, and well, shit, I think my feelings are hungry for another box of Jalapeno poppers and half a bottle of ranch dressing and an ice-cream sandwich and some pretzels with cheese. Also it would be very nice if the puppy was already here so I could snuggle with her. The bird is happy to let me scratch her head for as long as I'd like but draws the line at spooning. So that's how I am I guess.