The next chapter

Doctor Jim Bob was pleased with the outcome of surgery.  He’s keeping L sedated and ventilated tonight mostly for precaution, and plans to bring her to in the morning once the anesthesiologist gets in.  He also called in an infectious-disease specialist to consult, who looked at her lab culture (staph type A) and the antibiotic she was getting (Cleocin) and said he wouldn’t change the medication at all, just do more of the same.

I now officially have No Idea when the hospital will let L go home.  Maybe Friday if she progresses well; if not, probably Saturday.  She and I have both asked for FMLA paperwork; she because recovery is somewhere around two weeks, and she is gonna be STIR-crazy by the end of it, and me because there’s no telling how much I’ll have to take off odd hours to see to her.  The Tulip has been incredibly understanding, but he agreed that it’s FMLA time for certain.  You can’t beat legal protections in case someone wants to get shirty.

And speaking of stir-crazy, M has been bored absolutely to death with no school, nowhere to go, and nothing to do for three days straight during the ice storm.  She is just SO ready for school to take back up.  Tonight, since she was disappointed of getting to see Mama as she’d expected, I took her to McDonald’s for a Happy Meal (this breaks with my usual position on McDonald’s and their food, and M regarded it as a treat) and then to Quack’s for dessert—a very large, rather gooey chocolate cupcake.