I was well enough yesterday to go over to my mom's with the girls for two hours (while G cleaned up yet another diaper disaster, on which more later). Today I sat at the sewing machine for a little while, dealt with some laundry from the diaper disaster, and then went over to Mom's again for our usual Sunday supper. That was the absolute limit of my endurance, and I'm now thoroughly wiped out, but it's more than I've been able to do since the infection took hold.
The low-grade fever is gone, I'm off the painkillers, and I'm feeling so much peppier. I still half-worry that it will come back when I finish out the antibiotics, but that's just because I can't quite fathom being fully well again after all this. Realistically, my odds are good, and I think I've dodged the D&C for now.