Since returning from the hospital with Ryan, the Saturday before last, it’s been a race against time each day. I’m not sure how it happens, because there technically isn’t enough hours in the day, how we get all his treatments and therapies done. I simply can not recall ever being this pressed for time. It’s easy to see why.
First, he resumed his hyperbaric oxygen treatments (HBOT). With a ninety-minute session in the morning and another one in the evening, those three hours really compress the (already too short) day. On top of this is an hour devoted to me administering his antibiotic via an IV PICC line. The time change — to standard time — was at the worst possible for us.
That’s four hours alone (five on Sunday), not counting the time to make the transfers and get everything set-up.
The good news is that the fourteen-day course of antibiotics should end after this Friday’s administration. That is, if Ryan continues to show that his body has defeated the nasty bacteria (serratia) that entered his blood stream as the result of a kidney stone and sent him to the ICU. This will be determined through blood work that will be drawn tomorrow or Thursday.
Last week’s blood work showed that Ryan is moving in the right direction and I was feeling good about his recovery… until last night. He seemed a bit off. Nothing major, mind you, but enough for my radar to go up. The best way I can describe it is that he seemed a little uncomfortable. Perhaps he was just restless? Who really knows? I’ll watch him even more closely throughout the day after he finishes his morning HBOT session.
I’m also watching him for the side-effects of the strong antibiotic. It’s the typical stuff, but amplified. For one, Ryan’s bowels are like water. But the one that seems to bother him the most is the rash between his legs. I am treating it, but the reality is that it won’t subside until he stops the antibiotic. Until then it’s all about making him as comfortable as possible.
As for me… well… I’m hanging in there. No doubt, these past two weeks have worn me out. My back is in knots. This all began while Ryan was in the hospital. Let’s face it, a guy my size (6′ 2″) is not meant for those bedside chairs. After that and getting home, it’s been go, go, go and constant worry.
Never far from my mind is that this is a tough bacteria Ryan is dealing with throughout his body. It is resistant to most antibiotics. If it isn’t eradicated with this treatment then it could get very tricky, indeed.