I got home at 7:00 pm on Friday. I'm having a hard time typing when I'm on drugs. (I typed the word "typing" like this: dipping.)
Here are the facts. I did not die. I am still deaf. They managed to keep the infection from spreading into my jawbone, which would be Necrotizing External Otitis. That was what we were worried was happening, and that would likely have killed me. So...good news there. I am in a tolerable amount of pain, I am very tired, and I might cry shortly. I am getting better though, and I'm back to see the specialist on Tuesday.
I missed two weeks of school and I still won't be able to go back for a while, but it's okay. Because I'm such a nerd and always do so well at school, they had a meeting about me and decided to make my semester over now, and they're counting my marks as if I completed the semester. That means I'm done. Nothing to worry about except getting better. Those are some nice teachers I have.
Also, if it weren't for Vicky, my kids would have been in foster care or something. Vicky...I love you. You are wonderful!
And now I'm going to go enjoy my drug-induced stupor. Or as I typed it the first time - drir insussed stupor.