Jinxing It

It is true that when she and my younger son visited me in the hospital on Tuesday, they found me getting out of bed for the first time, working with Mary Jane the physical therapist. Up and down the hall, then back to the bed, before another foray out to make sure I remembered how to do stairs. I blythely say that everything has been going remarkably smoothly so far and then immediately jerk my left arm without thinking about it, wrenching free the IV. Blood spurts, a towel is found both to help me staunch the bleeding and cover it up, so my son doesn't become upset. The nurse comes in and says that unfortunately she'll have to have another one put in, because I'm still due one more dose of antibiotics. Which might delay my discharge. And the physical therapy would have to be completed later. Which might also delay my discharge.

In the end, it didn't make that much of a difference, but it was a little uncanny.

Same (I hope) with the pain over the weekend. Today was better. I'm betting tomorrow will be better yet.