So now I'm home. The wardens let me out about 4 yesterday afternoon. As soon as I got home my fever spiked again to 103.8...Blah! But had Scott call the hospital and the doctor called us at home and I begged him not to make me go back. They have pumped me so full of stuff I'm sure I won't die at the house. My arms are black and blue from the 5 IV's , the blood draws every 12 hours and whatever else they deceided they needed to have a human pin coushion for. One of the IV's "infiltrated" my hand so now my hand and lower forearm look like a pilsbury doughboy apendadge. I swear I hate hospitals! I don't ever want to go back!

The doctor agreed to let me stay home and put on IBuprofen and Tylenol to keep my fever down, and of course Scott's pumping me full of the home remedy popcicles. So far I'm hovering around 99.8, which isn't so bad. I still can't breath though and doc doesn't know why. My theory is that they pumped me so full of stuff and there's no room for my lungs. As long I move really slowly I'm OK, so it looks like my home nickname of turtle (becuase of my driving) still stands only now because of my movements.

Scott is still sick as a dog poor guy. It's kind of fun to watch him try to take care of the both of us. He's really trying hard. I'm sure a day or two more and he'll be be feeling better and hopefully so will I.

I have to see the doctor again tomorrow morning.

Love
Nolie and Scottie