Dismal December just won’t quit for us at the Roundrock family household.
For those of you following my exhaustive (and exhausting) saga, let me tell you that Libby is still in the hospital. The doctors have failed to get her blood thinners at the proper dosage, and now it looks like it may be another four days.
One little bit of good news has been tempered by one little bit of bad news. The good news is that Libby has finally managed to stop using the oxygen. Her blood saturation levels were able to sustain themselves above 90 percent, so she’s dispensed with the cannula line that was drying out her nose.
The bad news is that she has been moved to a private room because she has developed an intestinal infection from Clostridium
dificile difficile. This is a type of bacteria that is common in the human gut, and in normal circumstances, the “good” bacteria are able to keep this “bad” stuff under control. Sadly, she is not under normal circumstances, and the “c diff” has bloomed in her intestines. This is easily treated, and it should pose no threat to her or her prospects for getting out of the hospital. But as long as she has this infection, she is more or less a threat to any roommate she has (and she has had a parade of roommates over the past week). Thus the private room.
Libby is not in any medical danger. Her heart is recovering nicely. Her medicine levels will get established, and the daily blood tests are showing regular, if slow, progress. And this intestinal infection should be whipped shortly.
But it’s just one more damned thing!
My thanks go to all of you who have sent emails or left comments with your well wishes. I’m really grateful for all of them, and I pass them along to Libby each day when I see her.
If you haven’t seen me commenting on your sites as much lately, well, I suppose you can guess why. This kind of trouble can really wear a fellow out, and I’m not even the sick one. But Libby has long since turned the corner and is out of danger, so all we really need now is endurance so we can get back to some semblance of our regular lives.
- Hang up next year’s Natural Events Calendar.