Sunday

Yesterday evening my funkiness (is that a word?) went from bad to worse with a higher fever and diarrhea - oh joy. Samples were taken (those poor nurses) and blood drawn to check for some antibiotic related malady. I have been put in isolation and feel like typhoid Mary, as anyone who enters must be gowned and gloved. There haven't been any results back from the tests so all I can do is wait. However, I do feel better - even though I am still experiencing diarrhea - and so far have been able to eat a little.
The weekend pulmonologist finally arrived late yesterday afternoon. He had been to see me in the morning, but I was gone for my x-ray. He said the x-ray showed no change - no better, no worse. I will take that. No worse is a good thing.
The weekend pulmonologist came in this morning and said he ordered an x-ray for tomorrow morning, and that there was a good possibility I might go home. He can't make that call since he is not my doc, but he thought it possible. I asked about cathing the lung and he said he didn't think that would be necessary - that it should resolve itself in time. Again, he isn't my doc, but it was encouraging anyway.
Joy of joy, I got to take my first shower in 12 days! Don't be alarmed, I figured out a way to stick my head under the faucet while balancing on a nurse's stool from the hallway to wash my hair, and the hospital has these nice packets of disposable body wipes that they heat in the microwave that do a fine job of cleaning. They just didn't compare to a shower. Mmm-mmmm-mmm.
Have a great Sunday, everyone. I appreciate your concern and prayers. God is good.