(Dinah napping by the AC vent)
This
morning I woke up without deep pain, for the first time in over a week. On day 3 of Flagyll as well. The Miralax, however, has not yet unplugged
me. Still, I am more alert and ready to
consider life again, post massive UTI.
The
doctor came for a check-up yesterday. He
brought his usual tech and a trainee who was pushed forward to do the blood
draw – from the looks of it, I may have been his first ever. I simply squeezed my eyes shut and thought
about Skene until the fumbling ventilations were over.
The doc had not yet read my sleep study
results and could not find them in the record, so seemed to want to rely in MY
impressions rather than off his own interpretation; this does not inspire
confidence. (I miss you so much, Mobile
Docs!) However, he silently wrote me
scrips for prophylactic antibiotics against the next Foley change, plus one for
Vicodin for emergencies, and mumbled something about continuing the
oxygen/Bi-Pap. He also palpated my
inflamed kidney with a resultant shriek and what they refer to as “guarding” on
my part.
Fascinatingly, Dinah (who hasn’t
come near me willingly in over a week) tottered up to sit protectively on the
foot of the bed between me and the doc. I
was very moved by her old kitteh aegis.
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