I just got back from having my ankles x-rayed. Don’t know what’s wrong with them yet, but I’m anxious to find out.
I made my weekly trip to Tyler yesterday for yet another doctor’s appointment, but this time I was optimistic. After the last CT scan of my belly, we found out all but one of the abscesses are gone and the last one–the one the drain has been in all this time–has shrunk like crazy. During the days leading up to yesterday’s appointment, the drainage from both that abscess and my little “surprise” abscess had slowed considerably, so I felt like we were finally going to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Then, I got hit with the bad news: my infection marker had jumped from five-point-something to ten-point-something. I tell ya, I just about cried when I heard that. Doesn’t do much good to cry, but as I watched the helium leak out of my balloon, I came mighty close.
The good news was that the doctor agreed with me: those abscesses have done all they’re gonna do. Next up for them is a total disappearing act. The doctor and her nurse took the drain out of me yesterday. You don’t know what a relief that was. It hurt for just the few moments it took for them to do what they had to do, and then I was free of that blasted thing. It had been there since the middle of January, so occasionally I still feel for it to see if it’s okay only to be reminded that the sucker’s gone. Glory hallelujah!
So what does all this have to do with my ankles?
There is a remote chance that I fractured them when I wore heels to my granddaughter’s wedding, since they started hurting soon afterward. There’s also a remote chance that the Crohn’s is affecting them somehow or other. And there’s the remote chance that the IV antibiotics we’ve been pumping into my veins since December have messed with my kidneys, and the excess water weight is making my ankles swell. Any one of these could have made my infection indicator rise, and if it’s none of these, then something else is wrong. We don’t know yet.
But there ya go, the good, the bad, and the don’t-know-yet.
I need chocolate.