I'll tell ya. We need a fast-pass admittance into Children's or something. A little green card that let's us bypass all the piffle. Piffle is my new word for the day; it basically means crap. If I have to tell another admittance nurse Samantha's history, that we don't smoke, we don't have pets and yes, we do have a telephone at home, I will go absolutely bonkers....bonkers with the copious quantity of piffle.
Where, I ask you, where are the answers to these questions from last week.?
It's the electronic age. I know it stored somewhere in her file that we don't have a cat and that we feel quite safe in our home, thank you.
Speaking of piffle, it is piffle that we are back on the 8th floor....again. Sweet Cheeks got home from the hospital on Thursday afternoon. We were looking forward to a nice weekend recovering and watching the snow. Friday she wasn't quite herself. Saturday she woke up after a five hour snooze screaming and writhing in pain. A dose of Motrin and Ativan did nothing. Two hours of trying to comfort an inconsolable Samantha lead us to pack the car and head back down.
Fortunately, we were at Grandma Judi's and Grandpa Jim's. The car was packed in two seconds and we had a shorter drive to the hospital. Samantha decided to make the night a little dramatic by holding a 104 fever for a while and really, remaining in quite a lot of pain.
I have to say, Samantha pain is awful. She can go from 100 degrees to 104 in a matter of minutes. Her back arches, she screams, her heart-rate goes up to 160....and stays there. This goes on for hours AND after you have thrown in a gammet of calming, fever, pain reducing drugs.
18 hours later, she is sleeping soundly due to some heavy duty drugs and a couple doses of Vanco. The question now is why did she spike? Do we leave her on Vanco or see if there is another reason why she is sick? And really, when do we get to take a healthy Samantha home? We are putting a care conference together tomorrow to see if we can come up with a plan.