“We’re bringing in reinforcements for the Mayo Calvary,” announced Dr. Arndt, adopting my vocabulary as she led the charge of 15 doctors and nurses into my stowaway room this morning on rounds.
The last two days have been worse than the last time I wrote. The docs have concluded that the root of my fevers is a staph infection, so we’re sticking with those sock-it-to-ya antibiotics. But the pain in my legs has gotten far worse to the point that I can’t walk. I can’t even move them. For the last three days I’ve been beefing up my arms and challenging my parents and nurses to move me around without touching my legs, letting them bend weirdly, leaving them unsupported, etc. It’s been fun.
My doctors are a bit stumped. A leg ultrasound and chest x-ray yesterday came back normal. But it got so agonizing last night that they called neurology for a late-night exam. (yes, I made a poor on-call doctor come back to work). The very good news is that I don’t have a spinal infection, a suspicion of the neurologist that led me to the MRI machine at 1 a.m. last night. Clanky MRIs are definitely not fun when you go in with a spiking fever, but it was such a relief to cross that very serious complication off the list.
Thankfully the collaboration of a bunch of big minds this morning has rendered my legs feeling a bit better. I’m bending them now, in fact. Granted, I need someone to help me bend them, but it’s progress. The new thinking is that this leg thing may be the result of a combination of things – an offshoot side effect of my anti-nausea drug, which they’ve switched, plus maybe a symptom of this lovely staph infection. Let’s hope this works. Otherwise it’s back to the drawing board.
Oh yeah, and I shaved my head yesterday. My red hair was falling out in clumps, so it’s better to just get rid of it. There’s a volunteer barber here who comes around and does it for you – a wonderful service. My mom teared up. I didn’t for some reason.
Now I know “Redhead Report” no longer technically applies, but you know a redhead is so much more. Plus I thankfully still have eyelashes to prove it.
For all the comments, Facebook messages, notes, cards and other fun forms of support you’ve come up with, thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m reading everything and it helps more than you know.