Sure enough, I had an infection.  We'll have to wait for the cultures to come back to be sure exactly what it is, but I'm betting on Pseudomonas.  It's the only one that seemed to fit all the symptoms.

By the time I got to the hospital this morning, I was barely functional.  I'm not even sure how I managed to drive myself in, because in the waiting room I could hardly walk straight and just dozed up when I wasn't being asked a question.  When they checked my vitals, everything was up, including my temperature finally.  Dr. Lanigan checked my wound under the dressing, and it was pink all around my stomach with red streaks near the hole.  Bingo!  So he admitted me for IV antibiotics.

That was at 8:30am.  I didn't get to a room until after 11:30am.  I had to sit in the ER and listen to this poor autistic 3-year-old scream his lungs out until they finally sedated him.  But eventually they got back around to me and took me up to a semi-private room.  I never had a roommate in the hospital before.  I don't know why, but I've always wound up in a private room.  She was out of it most of the day, but we chatted a little in the afternoon.  She was popular, always seemed to have about 10 visitors trying to cram into her half of the room.

They cultured and redressed my wound around 12:30pm, and the antibiotic finally got there about 3:00pm.  The nurse did the wound dressing, because the doctor forgot to tell the wound team they needed to see me before they left.  I spent the rest of my time begging for transportation for Brian and Liam.  I eventually found out that the hospital volunteers used to have a volunteer driver program, but they had just discontinued it!  Our only friends in town left yesterday for a week at church camp, and we don't really know anybody else.  Brian finally got hold of our next door neighbor, Millie, and she came up and brought me a couple things and took the stroller home, but she's very elderly and can't do too much.  She did say she'd bring Liam up for a visit tomorrow, but that still means we won't nurse for over 24 hours.  I got a pump to take up the slack, but it's not the same.

After dinner, I got moved to a private room.  Apparently, my being put in a semiprivate room was a mistake.  I had an infected open wound, and my roommate was a post-op cancer patient.  They didn't want me to infect her, and they didn't want her visitors to give me something new.  It's actually a little lonely over here now.  I may not have had visitors, but at least I got to listen to hers.