(There is no Prince song appropriate for the past week, unless he has a B-side called “U R All on 2 Many IV Antibiotics.”)
In some strange synchronicity between Albuquerque and Saint Louis, my brother in New Mexico and father in law in Saint Louis both arrived at the ER with vague infections, were admitted, fire-hosed with broad spectrum IV antibiotics, and then both were released on Wednesday.
I was especially concerned, because in both cases I never heard any medical professional say, “Your white blood cells are going down. You seem to be improving.” Instead, I heard “MRSA! Superbug!” coming from New Mexico and “Heart infection! Pneumonia!” blasting from the other speaker in North County, then suddenly, “Pack up, you’re fine, here’s some penicillin, bye!” to both in the space of a few hours on Wednesday.
Ken is having a nurse come see him every day, plus he gets oxygen. Dave goes to see the surgeon for an evaluation on Tuesday. I never want to have a week like this again.
2 responses to “Whew. What a Week”
Ouch! Ken=brother, Dave=FIL? We can hope the doctors know what they’re doing. All you can do, all you should do, is wait.
~~Dave – bro, Ken -fil. Ken wasn’t happy about the oxygen but was eventually swayed. Dave is in the same state he always is when he’s sick, concerned he will die alone. No one is happy but they are alive.