Just for reference, above is a photo of me during Christmas
2003. I'd be the chik on your right.
I woke up looking a bit worse that this. Any questions
on why I panicked and rushed to the ER?
On the lighter side, Jason was getting some EXTREMELY nasty
looks from strangers.
I wish I'd gotten photos of my profile over the
next few days - my face above my lips is almost FLAT at this
After two doses of IV antibiotics and the work
of gravity pulling the infection downwards, I can finally see
out of my right eye by Thursday night. Jason still has to act
as the "seeing-eye-husband".
We considered hiring an agent to get me the lead
for the movie remake of "Mask".
This is at the beginning of 14 hours at the hospital
for three more doses of IV antibiotics, and a special visit
with the Infectious Diseases Team (ID). They didn't think this
is too worrisome - now THOSE people have seen fire and rain...
The last time I took any sort of penicillin, I
broke into small hives all over my body so it's been flagged
as an allergy. Today, they had me do the "Penicillin Challenge"
at the hospital because the ID team thought that penicillin
would be the only thing to quickly knock whatever this is. I
passed the challenge, so I'm not deathly allergic, and if I
can get even a few doses into my system before any sort of skin
response occurs, it might be enough to get ahead of the infection.
This is after I was released from the hospital.
St. Paul's has a really nice ER team and I enjoyed my visit
about as much as you can enjoy a 14 hour ER visit.
I'd be smiling, but I can't move my cheeks at this point.
Notice the swelling is moving - if I lean one way for more than
an hour, the poof moves with gravity. Jay is hoping it moves
to my boobs.
I haven't really stopped sleeping since Thursday
morning, and you can tell I sleep on my left side (right in
the photo) because that side of my face is bigger and indented
like my pillow. Cool party trick.
Here I am on Saturday afternoon. It looks like the 13 antibiotic
pills per day are starting to work their magic. My eyes are itchy
as hell and my forehead still dents for a few minutes if you press
on it - another cool party trick that makes Bert and Jay gag.
I'm regaining movement in my facial muscles and,
although the photo doesn't show it well, I'm not as puffed outwards
as I was this morning and the swelling is now softer rather than
hard and malleable.
Bert can now look at me for over five minutes without
shuddering so I know it's progressing well.