THURSDAY Morning: Mystery Illness Unsolved

Here's what I've gotten from Bill so far:

The doctors are saying they can't find the source of the infection. And now, it's even harder to find, because the intravenous antibiotics have made the infection retreat. No one understands what he has or had (two different doctors told him that).

So they're thinking of letting him go home this afternoon, with oral antibiotics.

This seems somewhat insane to both of us. His lungs are completely full of junk, he coughs till he almost throws up, coughs almost constantly (the whole time I'm typing this, he is just coughing his brains out, and his lungs are bubbling when he tries to inhale), his voice is gone, you can hear every inhale and exhale from across the room, from all the lung congestion--it sounds like he is breathing through a wet sponge (and yet the doctor said, "Sounds great in there!" when he listened to his lungs! What?!?!), he's still yellow and white (mixed), can't catch his breath, can barely eat, and he's supposed to go home and the two of us sit at home wondering what the dickens we're supposed to do, if ANY strange thing develops.

Well, he's pretty mad about going home with a complete failure to determine what is wrong with him, and barely able to breathe, but I guess if his fever is under control now, they sort of HAVE to send him home. It's understandable, some parts of it, but man oh man.

So we'll know more this afternoon. His mood is "crabby" and I hope he just sleeps today. He is still hooked up to sodium chloride and now they're giving him a magnesium drip, as his magnesium is way off.

But you know what? I'm still super happy he isn't in "sepsis" as that was as close to disaster as I want to be any time soon!

(Skip this paragraph if you don't want to hear me whine about the other things that happened to me yesterday) I don't think yesterday could have squeezed many more thumps into my agenda: as soon as I got home alone from the hospital, really tired, I noticed my car was making a burning rubber smell under the hood along with a strange humming sound (took other car today) AND while washing my hair last night, the drain stopped working and the shower floor filled up. Plus the workmen had left all my doors open, cigarette butts outside on the rock patio, paint on my dog, paint on my dog's toy, clumps of white paint and white goo dripped and piled over the carpet AND the sanded wood floor, and they'd apparently practiced with a white paint spray gun ON MY BLACK DRIVEWAY then walked through it, so paint or something was all over my driveway, my mountain rock walkway, my stone entrance way. Maybe by tonight they will have cleaned it all up. Oh heaven. I would NOT want to do yesterday over again in the foreseeable future. But I just said to myself, "You know what? I don't care," and I walked away from all the problems and just ignored them for now. It was a little hard to ignore the insomnia from 2 am to 6 am, but, hey, here's a new day! Will probably be better...Whining ends here. For now. hahahaha

Love to all of you!