2 Weeks

I have now been in the hospital for two weeks. Enough already! My pulmonologist is still ill, so I saw the same associate as before. I feel great - even look great according to the doc this morning - but here I sit. Seems they decided to do the little cath in the lung cavity to release the air, but my blood was too thin due to the cumadin the cardiologist is giving me. Now they have to wait for my blood to thicken. I asked if I could go home to wait for this to happen and he said yes, if it was still too thin tomorrow, but not today. Can't remember why - I was so bummed I think my mind turned off.
I did test positive for c-diff - the intestinal illness I had - caused by my antibiotics killing off the normal 'flora' of the intestine. It is fecal to mouth transported, so people have a pretty slim chance of getting it from me considering what a hand washing fiend I am. One of my students at school teases me and says I am rather 'Monkish' (for those that don't know, Monk is a TV show about a guy with obsessive compulsive disorder). Being a school teacher I have become obsessed with keeping my students and myself as healthy as possible, so hand washing is our front line of defense. Luckily my classroom has a kitchen and a restroom so it is easy for all to clean up after a cough or a sneeze. My mom's sisters love to tease me about the time they were visiting my home and asked to help in the kitchen. In my best teacher voice I said 'Yes, first wash your hands and then you can...' I furthered my o/c behavior this morning by requesting disinfecting wipes and spent quite a bit of time cleaning my room. Let me tell you, after two weeks it was due! If I stay diarrhea free until Thursday I can be considered off isolation. BUT I HOPE I AM NOT HERE ON THURSDAY!!!!!
The doc asked me to walk around in my room as much as possible today (can't go in the hall because I am in isolation). They will take an x-ray tomorrow and check my blood levels again. Maybe, with luck, I can have the procedure tomorrow and go home.
Last night Mark arrived just as my supper tray did. The food just didn't cut it, so Mark kindly went to the cafeteria and got a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of bean soup for me. It tasted heavenly. I know my taste buds are still off, but surely someone could figure out a way to get food to hospital patients that was hot and tastey.
Thanks again for your continued prayers. I so appreciate it.