Anybody mind if I scream? (Out of relief at being back home.)

Visiting nurse (not our usual nurse) came around noon. She also didn't like the look of the foot, although by that time I thought it looked a lot better. She suggested Lee Urgent Care and helped me get Tom to the car.

Nothing goes rapidly, of course. By the time Tom got in to see the doctor (actually first the nurse, then a PA, THEN the doctor), the foot looked pretty good -- no purple toes and less red than it had been earlier.

But we sat there for over two hours. We finally all agreed that we should just go ahead as we'd planned: fill the Rx for the same antibiotic 4 times a day instead of 3 time (as per Tom's PCP on Wednesday), continue to elevate the foot, hot compresses, and be seen by his regular visiting nurse tomorrow.

Then, after getting Tom back into the car (I haven't lost my touch with the wheelchair), I had to deal with Market Basket on a Sunday. And then (after just sitting and pounding my head on the steering wheel until I felt better) drive to Hannaford's pharmacy and wait for his prescriptions. (The timing was good -- got there JUST as they came back from lunch at 2:30.)

Arghhhhhhhh! I wanna go home! (Oh, wait. I AM home...)

Now that it's almost 4 p.m., I think we'll have some lunch.

I. Am. So. Exhausted.

Linn