Blue Skies Again
The actual weather outside is completely irrelevant at the moment. As far as I’m concerned, the sun shines brightly.
Yesterday, right after my dismal morning post, I called the service at Columbia to ask about Ana’s stomach ache and nausea. I wasn’t going to bring her back to the hospital unless they felt it was extremely dire, which it didn’t seem to be (she was just very uncomfortable).
Patricia (the Physician’s Assistant) was on call and she checked in with Dr. Martinez and they decided to prescribe an antibiotic for Ana. They thought it sounded like she picked up a hospital-aquired bacteria called C-difficile (based on her symptoms). This type of bacteria is apparently associated with antibiotic use. Ana didn’t actually get an infusion of antibiotics (but she had gotten one when she went into the E.R. on 5/4). It’s treated with another type of antibiotic.
Of course the minute I hung up with Patricia, Ana started feeling better. By the time Jim came home with the antibiotic, she was moving around and teasing the cat.
Her appetite didn’t really come back until dinner time, when she ate her weight in fried rice (she’s down a few pounds again). By bed time, she was her normal, silly self. She’s a little disappointed that she’s now taking almost as many pills as she had right after her transplant. She said it makes her feel like a failure. But she’s trying to stay positive – she even made this little guy (and then devoured him):
We call him Evening Med Man. There’s also a Morning Med Man.
I’d planned to bring Ana and a few friends to the Poughkeepsie Mall today for a birthday “mall walk” – this is in place of a big party since she got a phone for her birthday (we really felt like she needed it so we can remind her to take her meds when she’s not with us). So, lookout Poughkeepsie Mall, I’m about to unleash four tweens on you.