Thank you all for your well wishes. Long story short, I had quite a scare and feel blessed to be safe, healthy and back home.
Mr. RK has been a saint taking care of me. I have a few weeks off of work to recover from some health issues that are, blessedly, treatable. He has taken care of the very exhausting (running around to grocery stores, drug stores, follow up doctor appointments, etc.) to the very disgusting (helping me care for an open wound) to the Donna Reed (doing all of the cooking, cleaning, etc.) He is really the gift of my life.
In the meantime, I must ask: even when I am in crisis, why is my life like a sitcom?
I was in the hospital for several days and among other things, I had to get a CT scan...and going into the scan, right before the medication knocked me out, I thought, "Hmm. I am wearing bright red lace underwear, and all of the doctors can see it!"
And mind you, the operating theater looked quite a bit like...Julia Child's test kitchen.
I told one of the doctors this. There was an oven, cupboards, the works...
And speaking of underwear, the gowns at the hospital only came in size XL. I am about a size S or XS, and on top of this I had lost about 20 lbs. in a week (I'm plumping up to normal now, yay), so they caved and let me wear sweats and t-shirts from home that Mr. RK brought me.
So one morning I laid out clean clothes, including bright purple underwear, and one of the specialist doctors just happened to pop by and sit on the couch - right by the underwear. I didn't realize this until after he left. Oops.
At least now I am only flashing people in my own home.
PS I will visit your blogs as soon as I'm able...pretty tired at the moment, but again, thanks for all of the good thoughts and well wishes, my friends!