Wednesday Evening: Slight Improvement

It's between 6:30 and 7 pm, and I'm sitting beside Bill in his hospital room (he's still in reverse isolation AND they added a "Fall Risk" sign to his door--the sign happens to be the exact same color as a banana peel.)

Anyway, let's get serious. He feels somewhat better. He has lost his voice now and can only honk out sounds, and he is still coughing, but his fever is down at the moment. Not gone, but down. He is still pastel yellow in color, and looks very ill, but has felt worse, and has no specific pain.

No one has used the word "sepsis" any more, so I think we might really be in the clear on that one. He's still getting round-the-clock antibiotics intravenously. They still have no idea what is wrong with him. (All this information I'm getting from him is second-hand, as I was out of the room when they told him some of this, so I didn't get to ask questions or clarify, etc.)

He says there are sort of two teams of doctors pursuing the source of his illness: one team is looking at types of infections, and the other team is his local oncologist, approaching the question from a chemotherapy angle.

He got the feeling that he won't be released tomorrow, because they said they won't let him go till the diagnosis is complete. He isn't happy about this because he does not like being in hospitals. AT. ALL.

He also isn't eating or drinking very much, but he won't admit that to the staff, for some reason, so he is only getting sodium chloride drip instead of any nutrition. His last meal was Tuesday lunch, when he had tomato soup and macaroni and cheese, and only a tiny bit of that. He's one stubborn cowboy.

Well, I'm going home for the night, and will tell you next time I learn anything.

Thank you for praying and caring. Love to all.