quite a few days

let me run down friday. All has been better since then.
Friday:
9.am: eating breakfast. Resident comes in, Checks me out. Mentions that I had a small fevel overnight, wants a blood culture.
9:10 am: I start to get cold. Shaking. Bad shaking. Shaking so bad I can't stop my legs from shaking. Call nurse in. She pages doctor for drug relief.
9:13 am: Mom walks in. She did great. Didn't pass out or anything!
9:25 am: Nurse (finally) comes in with big syringe. Injects the demerol. Painful shaking stops. Epsiode over. Scary as hell!

As it turns out I had a blood infection. Some sort of staph infection, particular to hospitals. Great. As if I didn't have enough to worry about, now I get an infection FROM the hospital. Not cool.
The whole scene repeated itself about 6 hours later, dispite a different IV antibiotic. Same shakes, same nurse, same demerol, same relief. This time one of the nurse practitioners I knew from the outpatient floors stopped in right during the shakes. That was fun, trying to make conversation with her

5:30 p.m. Diane arrives. There is much rejoicing!
7:30 p.m. second dose of high octane antibiotics. No more fever.

And as if it never started, crisis over. No more fever friday. No more fever all weekend.

More to report later.
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