This morning, I woke up at 2.40am. No fever. Hooray, I’ve fulfilled the criteria of “no fever for 24 hours”. Lungs have been clear all the while. So I would just have to wait for them to take blood and check my CRP.
I have zero symptoms. I feel fine. I was so sure the next post I write would be “I’m home!”. But no.
Anyway, we deviate a bit first.
Husband only got up at 7.o0am this morning, awakened by Rey and Samantha’s fight. Gerald didn’t even wake him up. Or, he didn’t hear him!
7.00am, hmm…that’s late. I usually feed all the cats at 5.30am.
But never mind, so he started the feeding rounds and sent photos.
Little Juno
Tabs
Riley
The Monsters, but what happened here?
I knew it. It’s the you-fed-me-late protest. They do that to me too. That is why I always feed them on time or earlier, never later. Once the food is late, they won’t eat it. So I told husband, never mind, add some kibble to attract them, or they will eat later.
My worry is actually only Tabs and Little Juno. The rest are all okay.
Hah…it worked!
The Blondies, it works like a charm.
Gerald and Creamy decided to be a bit choosy this morning, which is normal if the two are having an altercation.
The Monsters eating more.
Juno’s glorious poop. All good, but….
Juno produced this later. Ok, this is not alarming. She has a sensitive stomach.
New instructions….to feed Feline Gut Soothe.
Done! I’m good at labelling things.
Then, the specialist walked into my room at the hospital.
“You are not going home today,” he said.
What?? But why??
Then, he showed me the CRP results.
When I was admitted, it was 39.9, then it went up to 64 and I was so sure it would have plateaued today, but no, it’s 104. It should either plateau or come down. But it’s shot up instead.
What on earth??? Are we dealing with a superbug here?
He was concerned too. He says I could be antibiotic-resistant. Yes, I’ve been drugged like crazy, haven’t I? We would need to change the antibiotics today. And it’s IV-antibiotics, given 4 times daily through infusion. I cannot go home. Bummers. Can I come and go, I’ll come dutifully 4 times a day.
No, he said. We need to monitor you.
Then he said he would start me on Doxy as well. Ok, that is what Juno got. I told him about Juno and that set him thinking and I could almost see the gears shifting in his head. “Makes sense, makes sense, you are exposed to pathogens…hmmm…”
And he would do another test called procalcitonin to check if the infection has gone into the blood and is causing sepsis.
Sepsis? Now, that’s frightening. But he doesn’t think so. I have no fever. But let’s just check since blood had already been taken. Ok, I agree.
I asked if a CT Scan would help. He said it might. So I said I’ll do the CT scan of the chest (low-dose radiation) and hope that it sheds more light on what is happening in my lungs. It’s scary but if I don’t find out, how are we going to plan our next step? Ignorance is not bliss in this case.
So, that’s bad news. I had packed all my things ready to go home. What a disappointment.
Immediately, change of plans. I gave instructions to husband on how to feed Tabs her daily kidney supplements. I had waived that yesterday because I thought I’d be coming home today. Looks like I might have to stay for a few more days, worst case scenario.
Life sucks.
Instructions given in full details.
All labelled. Plus Fortekor and Amlodipine to be inserted into a new capsule. I’m very adept at giving clear instructions, luckily.
Husband managed to pill Tabs!! All good.
Tabs’ subcut – all done. No bullying today.
Okay, cats all taken care of.
Next, wait for the results of the CT Scan and the procalcitonin, and new IV-antibiotics. Next post coming up later…