Well that sucked

I'm back!  Miss Positivity!  But not for long because my world is sort of falling apart and I need to go back to bed.

My surgery went well.  Four more fibroids removed, recovery was quite a bit easier than the previous surgery, and I shouldn't need to have any more surgeries for that.  My husband didn't have a lot of time off of work, so my sister came with me instead.  This turned out to be a good thing.

My surgery was on Tuesday, and on Saturday I was convalescing at home and I noticed that my husband's biological father, who had just returned from a two-month stay in his native England, was on the internet asking for a ride to the airport for Monday.  Apparently, his mother (my husband's beloved grandmother) had taken a sudden turn for the worse and things were not looking well.  I told my husband, and on Sunday we bought him a plane ticket to leave on Wednesday (yesterday) for 12 days.

Now, Sunday morning I had an appointment to get my uterine balloon removed, and that went well, but by Sunday evening, I felt like I was dying.  As it turns out, I had caught the flu.  I spent Sunday night, Monday, and Tuesday with a fever and chills and basically being miserable and not getting out of bed.  And then my husband left Wednesday morning and I've been alone ever since.

My temperature starting going back up again last night, and I started freaking out and called the advice nurse, who recommended staying home from work for another day or two, but I've already missed so much work with the surgery and all, so I decided to at least try to come in for a few hours today.

I woke up at 4 this morning, which is actually later than I woke up yesterday morning (3 am) or the morning before (2 am).  So that was cool, since I was planning to get up at 5 anyway.  My fever had definitely broken during the night, and I woke up completely soaked in sweat, but I just decided to stay in bed until I had to get up.  But then at 4:40, Lola had her third seizure.  I panicked and just about started crying.  I'm still exhausted, I still have the flu, Lola had peed on the floor twice last night, I'm trying to take care of everything by myself, and then this happened.

All in all, this has been a pretty crappy week.  And I miss my husband so very, very much.