While my family doctor and her partner were pleased to see the progress of the healing process, they weren't pleased enough to release me back to work tomorrow. So, they had the nurse give me another shot of Rocephin and relegated me to bed rest for the remainder of this week. I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand I'm okay with getting paid to stay home for two more days, especially since according to Met Life I'll get the PTO day for Friday back (we'll see if the Evil Banking Neighbor agrees with them) but on the other hand it does wear on me to be laying around the apartment all day. Not that I'm not getting anything done, but all things considered I'd rather be working. I can't even quote Oscar Wilde honestly, since I had to give up ethanol for the duration or until getting a new pancreas becomes affordable, and that's not happening anytime soon. Gooo, lab rats! Today an ear, tomorrow the pancreas!