Monday (last) night. Neurologist came yesterday around 6 PM. Nice guy. Marci says he is very cute. See- I told you she is feeling better. He seems to understand that we want evidence of some root cause where we have had none to date. He says he would like to do an MRI. He says that he does not know if it will be covered by insurance so soon after the one less than a week ago. I tell him that I do not really care if they charge us full cost. MRI is on the list. EEG as well. We’ll see what we see there and decide where to go. I do not care if they show nothing and we have to check with a psychiatrist/psychologist. Just want something/anything as we have nothing to date.
I leave Marci around 7:30 PM last night to go home and rest well. The cot will not do it for me and I am not close enough to Marci’s bed for her to kick me if- actually when- I snore. Kira is waiting with I-ya and pa-pa when I get home. She is in great spirits. I think she is getting chubbier cheeks from their spoiling. Lots of rice, beans, and tortillas as when they ask her what she wants to eat, she says- beans. And she gets what she wants most of the time. Although last night it was green beans and fried okra with a little bit of shrimp. She loves green beans and has recently really started liking the okra.
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Tuesday morning. Got on the road at 6 AM to beat the rush to South Austin from Georgetwon. Some work for me in the hospital lobby where the wireless is at and Marci calls me when she wakes up at 8.
Up to the room to find a smiling face who just wants to go home. Marci feels good today. Long MRI last night. My mom says they are claustrophobic. Marci said it was a nice rest except for when they turned it up really high. Said she could feel the waves in her chest. No results yet…
Lunchtime. I wish I could share the picture of Marci with all the wires connected to her head for the EEG. Neurologist (Dr. McDreamy is apparently his nickname Marci is told) will still need to review but was nice enough to have the EEG tech get us first in line and requested the results straight away so we can get out of here. If we can get out of here.
3 PM. EEG results are in. Marci has some intermittent low scores on one side of her brain. Finally a test that says that something is going on!! He says that this result would be consistent with what happens when the brain experiences inflammation (like form Encephalitis) and some of its after effects. Actually less than half the normal score when the abnormalities are encountered. Nothing to suggest that she might experience seizures (knock wood). And we know that the barin is a wonderful organ that compensates and rewires itself over time if necessary. This is great news. MRI looks just fine. Finally- something that tells us we have been on the right track. We extrapolate that a migraine Sunday may have led to her acting coo-coo after. And we find out that the Topmax that Marci thought was a medicine to help with a migraine in progress was actually meant as a daily medicine and preventative. Guess she did not read the bottle before dumping those pills into the plastic baggie that Kira ate from. “I wondered why they gave me so many pills.” She says.
4PM. We can leave. But on hospital time. Waiting for the internal medicine doctor to release us. Then the long ride home. It’s raining. Love the rain, but not during rush hour and not during a ride through downtown Austin with same. But… We are on hospital time and I will consider myself lucky if we get out of here three hours from now so maybe the rain and traffic will be gone. At least we are getting out.
Marci will go with my folks and Kira to their house tomorrow morning. I will miss them both, but this will give her a place to rest and not be tempted to take care of all things domestic which she does so well for our wonderful family. Hopefully, there will be plenty of time for that.
Time to wax philosophic….
This whole ordeal has made us closer and really made me appreciate what Marci does for Kira and I and all of the peripheral people inside and outside the family that she encounters. We have been having a renaissance in our relationship over the past year or so and we are encouraged by the fact that we can deal with this kind of thing together. Family and friends have been wonderful. I did not list co-workers as a separate line item in the last sentence as my co-workers fit into both categories. The outpouring of direct and indirect support has been heartening to say the least. So many people let us know that if there was something, anything that they could do… And I know that there were a ton of other people who would have said the same thing and were respectful of my early on wishes to defer discussions about what was going on until later.
Both sides of the direct family have been outstanding as well. And what a trooper little miss Kira is.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Day 10- who would have guessed???
We got out of the hospital last Tuesday and made our way back home. Wednesday Marci was just a so-so patient and Thursday she was trying to drive at full steam, all the way to carrying Kira up and down the stairs (bad Marci!).
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By Thursday night we were in the emergency room with Marci who had a bad migraine. Marci felt she needed to change before going to the ER (go figure) and I went up stairs to make sure that she was OK and making progress. I cam back down not a minute later to see cute little Kira with a zip lock baggie in one hand and a little white pill from the bag in the other. I asked her as calmly as I could if she had eaten any. “Yes”, she answered honestly. Oh my And it was not buy one get one free night at the emergency room. Imagine the look I got when I carried little K in one arm and a bag of pills in the other into the ER asking them to make her throw up as as soon as they could. Oh yeah- and the woman in a car needs a wheel chair stat!! (I did not say ‘stat’ and hopefully have missed my last opportunity to do so.)
The pills Kira ate were non-toxic, but we gave her a charcoal kool-aid for good measure. My mom’s commentary about the jet black results the next day suffice to tell the tail there… Ummm I mean tale. High fives all around for another poopie in the kiddie toilet the next day.
Marci just needed a super duper shot of migraine medicine. I had taken Kira to our house to meet the folks and go back to stay with Marci when I get a call on the phone. “Where are you?” Marci asks. “ I am home; where are you?” “In a wheelchair outside the hospital.” She would not go back in- it was too cold.
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Friday and Saturday I get to break out the velvet hammer with bad patient Marci. Mother Hen Roger rules!! (I have been called that several times over the past week : )
Marci si a much better patient Friday and Saturday…
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Sunday, plans were to take Marci to her mom’s for a day and meet back up with Kira as my folks brought the girls back up to stay at our casa in G-town and keep an eye on things for a couple of days.
The best laid plans…
Marci and I are driving down to New Braunfels to her mom’s Sunday morning. I am sure that Marci will be glad to be rid of Mother Hen. I need time to catch up on yard work.
Around 11 AM, we stop in South Austin. Marci has finally had some appetite for a couple of days. We get out of the car and she says she needs to wash. Then she says her leg is getting numb, More and more of her gets numb as she calmly relays the play by play. And she still wants that hamburger before we go to the hospital please. (she does get two bites- my bad but I was trying to keep her calm as she lay there almost unable to move.
Doctor says the same thing the EMS guys said on their first run last week. Must be panic attack. He adds post-reaumatic stress disorder to the possibilities and assures me we should be out soon when the medicine calms her down.
No dice. More and more incoherent over a several hours.
„Mama, mama, mama.”
„ Baby, baby, baby.”
„ I want... You know...” (more ice- but she can not seem to remember the word for it)
Finally checked into a room about 12 hours later (11PM). I decide to stay the night. They say they will bring me a cot which they do about an hour later. I may have been better sleeping in the chair. Around 2 AM they finally bring a nice does of something and Marci is off to sleep.
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Monday AM- Marci wakes around 8:30 and is on pretty good spirits. Still a little confused, but nowhere near the night before when she could not connect. (and way no where near where she was last weekend.)
In the PM hours, she seems good, but still tired. And she has not eaten anything since yesterday morning. We have to wait for the doctor. And it is still 2 PM… We are told we will get to see a neurologist as well, but no dice there either…
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It’s 4 PM and a doctor finally came!! She says Marci looks good. White blood counts are a little high but no scary. Marci gets to eat real food- even hospital food tastes like real food after 36 hours of nothing…
Now we have to see what the Neurologist says. Where is he??
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By Thursday night we were in the emergency room with Marci who had a bad migraine. Marci felt she needed to change before going to the ER (go figure) and I went up stairs to make sure that she was OK and making progress. I cam back down not a minute later to see cute little Kira with a zip lock baggie in one hand and a little white pill from the bag in the other. I asked her as calmly as I could if she had eaten any. “Yes”, she answered honestly. Oh my And it was not buy one get one free night at the emergency room. Imagine the look I got when I carried little K in one arm and a bag of pills in the other into the ER asking them to make her throw up as as soon as they could. Oh yeah- and the woman in a car needs a wheel chair stat!! (I did not say ‘stat’ and hopefully have missed my last opportunity to do so.)
The pills Kira ate were non-toxic, but we gave her a charcoal kool-aid for good measure. My mom’s commentary about the jet black results the next day suffice to tell the tail there… Ummm I mean tale. High fives all around for another poopie in the kiddie toilet the next day.
Marci just needed a super duper shot of migraine medicine. I had taken Kira to our house to meet the folks and go back to stay with Marci when I get a call on the phone. “Where are you?” Marci asks. “ I am home; where are you?” “In a wheelchair outside the hospital.” She would not go back in- it was too cold.
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Friday and Saturday I get to break out the velvet hammer with bad patient Marci. Mother Hen Roger rules!! (I have been called that several times over the past week : )
Marci si a much better patient Friday and Saturday…
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Sunday, plans were to take Marci to her mom’s for a day and meet back up with Kira as my folks brought the girls back up to stay at our casa in G-town and keep an eye on things for a couple of days.
The best laid plans…
Marci and I are driving down to New Braunfels to her mom’s Sunday morning. I am sure that Marci will be glad to be rid of Mother Hen. I need time to catch up on yard work.
Around 11 AM, we stop in South Austin. Marci has finally had some appetite for a couple of days. We get out of the car and she says she needs to wash. Then she says her leg is getting numb, More and more of her gets numb as she calmly relays the play by play. And she still wants that hamburger before we go to the hospital please. (she does get two bites- my bad but I was trying to keep her calm as she lay there almost unable to move.
Doctor says the same thing the EMS guys said on their first run last week. Must be panic attack. He adds post-reaumatic stress disorder to the possibilities and assures me we should be out soon when the medicine calms her down.
No dice. More and more incoherent over a several hours.
„Mama, mama, mama.”
„ Baby, baby, baby.”
„ I want... You know...” (more ice- but she can not seem to remember the word for it)
Finally checked into a room about 12 hours later (11PM). I decide to stay the night. They say they will bring me a cot which they do about an hour later. I may have been better sleeping in the chair. Around 2 AM they finally bring a nice does of something and Marci is off to sleep.
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Monday AM- Marci wakes around 8:30 and is on pretty good spirits. Still a little confused, but nowhere near the night before when she could not connect. (and way no where near where she was last weekend.)
In the PM hours, she seems good, but still tired. And she has not eaten anything since yesterday morning. We have to wait for the doctor. And it is still 2 PM… We are told we will get to see a neurologist as well, but no dice there either…
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It’s 4 PM and a doctor finally came!! She says Marci looks good. White blood counts are a little high but no scary. Marci gets to eat real food- even hospital food tastes like real food after 36 hours of nothing…
Now we have to see what the Neurologist says. Where is he??
Monday, October 6, 2008
Day 3- Monday Evening: Looking Up!!
The glass was half full this morning...
I waited an hour or so to ask the math question. I needed to know but hesitated as I did not want to take that wonderful demeanor this morning and stir in any frustration.
"Can I ask you the math question?"
"Uh sure" Marci halfway smiles.
"What is one hundred minus seven."
"Um" she said hesitantly. She looked up. In a couple of seconds you could see it come to her. "Ninety..." (thinks)"...three."
We are both relieved. Full smiles and laughter.
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Awake for five minutes. Nap for five.
Up for ten. Nap for five.
Up again. "Sunday New York Times?" I ask. "Oh yeah." she says
She read to me aloud. Perfectly. Like on our car rides to pick up Kira at Cabela's on Sundays after grandparent weekends.
Awake and alive for up to 30 minutes. "I am ready to be home." says my love.
Oh yeah.
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Marci takes a walk around the whole ICU with the physical and occupational therapists. No motor dysfunction. No immediate need for a nap.
We both have some appetite.
MRI- "Initial results look good."
Happy. Happy.
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"We're taking her off of antibiotics as all of the cultures fail to grow."
Spirits grow.
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Doctor visits for cursory inspection.
"You may be able to go home tomorrow..."
"Seems like a miraculous recovery..."
"We're moving you to a regular room..."
No way!!
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My mom and dad can come to visit today and it was wonderful to finally see them. (Remember that we were supposed to be quarantined but that changed.)
Mom told Marci a story about this past Sunday morning.
(Warning- the following is mom's story as retold by me. Proceed at your own risk)
Before you go- peace and love to you all. Big thanks for your continued support...
THE LOURDE'S PRAYER
I did not call my folks Saturday afternoon or evening thinking that things would have to get better. They were not as of early Sunday. No change after more than 16 hours. "She's real bad." I told dad haltingly when I could speak.
I would count on dad to break the news to mom as I knew she was at what I thought was a small religious retreat and dad would know how to break the news (without crying like me).
Mom calls me as I am driving back from the round trip back to from New Braunfels to Austin Sunday AM to get supplies and clothes for all. She said my dad had called her and mom asked if I wanted her to pray for Marci. Of course. All good thoughts are welcome.
Unbeknownst to me, mom is at a global convention of some sort. She prays with a priest and someone she has met from the Lourdes' contingent (say Lourdes France where the shrine and famous healing stuff happens).
Mom ends up being coaxed into a meeting room with over 200 people. The speaker asks everyone extend hands to her to her and pray so mom can focus on Marci. Laying of hands on momma from those near her of course.
The prayer ends and she walks out of the room enveloped by the energy.
Not very long after the payer session, she gets a call from me. Minutes before that I had gotten a call from the hospital saying that Marci had sat up and knew her name and age. This after 18 hours of Marci mimicking portions of the Exorcist (brown, not green; speaking in yelps, not tongues).
Today, my mom brought holy water and asked to sprinkle Marci with some. Marci asked if I wanted to. I told my mom she could do our hands with some while I held Marci's hands in mine.
Mom then put some on her own fingers and made the sign of the sing of the cross on my forehead with the holy water.
"It burns!" I screamed...
True story.
I waited an hour or so to ask the math question. I needed to know but hesitated as I did not want to take that wonderful demeanor this morning and stir in any frustration.
"Can I ask you the math question?"
"Uh sure" Marci halfway smiles.
"What is one hundred minus seven."
"Um" she said hesitantly. She looked up. In a couple of seconds you could see it come to her. "Ninety..." (thinks)
We are both relieved. Full smiles and laughter.
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Awake for five minutes. Nap for five.
Up for ten. Nap for five.
Up again. "Sunday New York Times?" I ask. "Oh yeah." she says
She read to me aloud. Perfectly. Like on our car rides to pick up Kira at Cabela's on Sundays after grandparent weekends.
Awake and alive for up to 30 minutes. "I am ready to be home." says my love.
Oh yeah.
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Marci takes a walk around the whole ICU with the physical and occupational therapists. No motor dysfunction. No immediate need for a nap.
We both have some appetite.
MRI- "Initial results look good."
Happy. Happy.
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"We're taking her off of antibiotics as all of the cultures fail to grow."
Spirits grow.
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Doctor visits for cursory inspection.
"You may be able to go home tomorrow..."
"Seems like a miraculous recovery..."
"We're moving you to a regular room..."
No way!!
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My mom and dad can come to visit today and it was wonderful to finally see them. (Remember that we were supposed to be quarantined but that changed.)
Mom told Marci a story about this past Sunday morning.
Before you go
THE LOURDE'S PRAYER
I did not call my folks Saturday afternoon or evening thinking that things would have to get better. They were not as of early Sunday. No change after more than 16 hours. "She's real bad." I told dad haltingly when I could speak.
I would count on dad to break the news to mom as I knew she was at what I thought was a small religious retreat and dad would know how to break the news (without crying like me).
Mom calls me as I am driving back from the round trip back to from New Braunfels to Austin Sunday AM to get supplies and clothes for all. She said my dad had called her and mom asked if I wanted her to pray for Marci. Of course. All good thoughts are welcome.
Unbeknownst to me, mom is at a global convention of some sort. She prays with a priest and someone she has met from the Lourdes' contingent (say Lourdes France where the shrine and famous healing stuff happens).
Mom ends up being coaxed into a meeting room with over 200 people. The speaker asks everyone extend hands to her to her and pray so mom can focus on Marci. Laying of hands on momma from those near her of course.
The prayer ends and she walks out of the room enveloped by the energy.
Not very long after the payer session, she gets a call from me. Minutes before that I had gotten a call from the hospital saying that Marci had sat up and knew her name and age. This after 18 hours of Marci mimicking portions of the Exorcist (brown, not green; speaking in yelps, not tongues).
Today, my mom brought holy water and asked to sprinkle Marci with some. Marci asked if I wanted to. I told my mom she could do our hands with some while I held Marci's hands in mine.
Mom then put some on her own fingers and made the sign of the sing of the cross on my forehead with the holy water.
"It burns!" I screamed...
True story.
Day 3- Monday Morning 10/6
The glass is definitely half full. Marci is smiling and laughing when she is not sleeping. And she is still sleeping a lot. But still angelic sleep. She asks me to crawl in with her and I tell her I will when they get done with the shift change and there are not so many people around. (purely platonic ; )
Marci got a wash finally. She remembers that I was here yesterday and that her mom and brother came to see her last night. Definite improvements. Her brother Donnie used his old EMT skills to straighten out her IV so that darn alarm will not go off so much (thanks mister!)
I have not asked her the math question yet... : )
She will probably move out of ICU today. That means no night time visits, though. They are pretty liberal about visiting hours in ICU. And the staff here is first rate.
She says she is ready to go home, but she is still hooked up to the IV and the short walk from the bed to the loo is tiring, so going home is not an option yet. And home will probably be the grandparents house for a while is my guess as we will most likely need the help.
They sent out her samples to external testing firms. I guess that they do not have the equipment to test for things like Japanese B Encephalitis here in New Braunfels. It will take over a week to get the results back, but when she does get to go home (hopefully before that!) they will send her home with pill forms of the heavy duty stuff they are pumping her up with now.
MRI ahead some time this morning. Crossing fingers tightly in relation to that as it will be telling.
Kira is doing well and getting a little spoiled after a great birthday and lots of quality time with Cha-Cha as she calls Marci's mom. She does wake up going 'mama mama mama' but that is nothing unusual. It is unusual that mama is not there though and you can tell that she can tell. But she is a trooper and was very happy to be reunited with her little potty last night. High fives all around after a nice poopy in the little green toilet. Not bad for a girl days into her second year.
Everyone asks how I am doing. Tired. Beat. Not scared anymore- more hopeful. Six hours of sleep last night. Woke up with a sore throat as I did not have anyone to turn me on my side when I was snoring. Gonna make myself eat three times today.
Time to get some work done and then wake Marci up for breakfast. No scolding about priorities now... I tried to wake her up for breakfast already but that walk to the toilet tuckered her out!!
Thanks to all for their well wishes and prayers.
Marci got a wash finally. She remembers that I was here yesterday and that her mom and brother came to see her last night. Definite improvements. Her brother Donnie used his old EMT skills to straighten out her IV so that darn alarm will not go off so much (thanks mister!)
I have not asked her the math question yet... : )
She will probably move out of ICU today. That means no night time visits, though. They are pretty liberal about visiting hours in ICU. And the staff here is first rate.
She says she is ready to go home, but she is still hooked up to the IV and the short walk from the bed to the loo is tiring, so going home is not an option yet. And home will probably be the grandparents house for a while is my guess as we will most likely need the help.
They sent out her samples to external testing firms. I guess that they do not have the equipment to test for things like Japanese B Encephalitis here in New Braunfels. It will take over a week to get the results back, but when she does get to go home (hopefully before that!) they will send her home with pill forms of the heavy duty stuff they are pumping her up with now.
MRI ahead some time this morning. Crossing fingers tightly in relation to that as it will be telling.
Kira is doing well and getting a little spoiled after a great birthday and lots of quality time with Cha-Cha as she calls Marci's mom. She does wake up going 'mama mama mama' but that is nothing unusual. It is unusual that mama is not there though and you can tell that she can tell. But she is a trooper and was very happy to be reunited with her little potty last night. High fives all around after a nice poopy in the little green toilet. Not bad for a girl days into her second year.
Everyone asks how I am doing. Tired. Beat. Not scared anymore- more hopeful. Six hours of sleep last night. Woke up with a sore throat as I did not have anyone to turn me on my side when I was snoring. Gonna make myself eat three times today.
Time to get some work done and then wake Marci up for breakfast. No scolding about priorities now... I tried to wake her up for breakfast already but that walk to the toilet tuckered her out!!
Thanks to all for their well wishes and prayers.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Day 2- My Wife Marci Sun 10/5 PM- A New Tack
Marci has been sleeping most of the day. She finally drinks something and eats some soup.
She wakes up several times and asks some questions. A million times better than the night before. A promising e-mail from a co-worker says not to worry about the meningitis as he had it and recovered quickly.
Doctor finally comes in and does some motion tests. Her neck should hurt when she leans it forward or from side to side. Her head should hurt when her legs are lifted back. these tests do not provide the expected results.
Dr. asks Marci what 100 minus 7 is. No dice. He asks here to spell 'world' backwards. She concentrates but can not even start at the end with 'd'. Not good.
Meningitis is ruled out. Bacterial infections came back negative. 2 more blood tests to wait on and a battery of tests from external testing firms will be ordered which means a couple more days for that. Encephalitis is one thing that they will getting tests for. I hear the nurses calling out a couple of forms (strains?) of this out as they try to navigate their new system. I Google one of them. It happens only in Asia. Yikes.
She's sleeping lightly but angelically. She knows who I am and loves me. She asks about Kira's party and her mom. I tell her that my folks are thinking about her as well. Each of these inquiries is divided by a nice relaxing nap. Encephalitis is known as sleeping sickness the doctor tells me with a knowing look.
She eats some food right before they kick me out at 6:30 PM for shift change. She says she does not want me to go and wishes I could come sleep next to her. I tear up as I think that I just want us all to be home. Then she comforts me and telling me she is strong and that everything is gonna be all right.
Sure hope so.
Mary is going to come see her after shift change while I take care of Kira. Naps and then back here hopefully before tomorrow AM shift change at 6:30.
Marci still does not know what 100 minus 7 equals. But she can sass me when I ask her to count to ten and does so. The mind is a mysterious thing.
She wakes up several times and asks some questions. A million times better than the night before. A promising e-mail from a co-worker says not to worry about the meningitis as he had it and recovered quickly.
Doctor finally comes in and does some motion tests. Her neck should hurt when she leans it forward or from side to side. Her head should hurt when her legs are lifted back. these tests do not provide the expected results.
Dr. asks Marci what 100 minus 7 is. No dice. He asks here to spell 'world' backwards. She concentrates but can not even start at the end with 'd'. Not good.
Meningitis is ruled out. Bacterial infections came back negative. 2 more blood tests to wait on and a battery of tests from external testing firms will be ordered which means a couple more days for that. Encephalitis is one thing that they will getting tests for. I hear the nurses calling out a couple of forms (strains?) of this out as they try to navigate their new system. I Google one of them. It happens only in Asia. Yikes.
She's sleeping lightly but angelically. She knows who I am and loves me. She asks about Kira's party and her mom. I tell her that my folks are thinking about her as well. Each of these inquiries is divided by a nice relaxing nap. Encephalitis is known as sleeping sickness the doctor tells me with a knowing look.
She eats some food right before they kick me out at 6:30 PM for shift change. She says she does not want me to go and wishes I could come sleep next to her. I tear up as I think that I just want us all to be home. Then she comforts me and telling me she is strong and that everything is gonna be all right.
Sure hope so.
Mary is going to come see her after shift change while I take care of Kira. Naps and then back here hopefully before tomorrow AM shift change at 6:30.
Marci still does not know what 100 minus 7 equals. But she can sass me when I ask her to count to ten and does so. The mind is a mysterious thing.
Day 2- My Wife Marci Sun 10/5 AM- Some Progress
On the way back to New Braunfels after picking up clothes and supllies for the fam, I get a call from ICU. Marci has sat up, can speak her name, and knows how old she is.
Progress sounds great when related to Meningitis.
But Marci continues to be soooo sleepy...
Progress sounds great when related to Meningitis.
But Marci continues to be soooo sleepy...
My Wife Marci Day 1: Sat 10/4 thru ealry Sun AM
Friends.
Marci is not well. She went from 100% to about 5% in relation to mental capacity in about 2 hours around noon Saturday. She is in ICU in critical condition.
A quick road trip to New Braunfels to celebrate Kira’s birthday has turned into an unexpected drama.
Around 6 PM last night they came through with the preliminary diagnosis- Meningitis. At this time, they think that is the less ‘bad’ viral type, but they are still making sure. In their words, they have never seen a manifestation of this condition the way that Marci exhibited. She went down quickly with none of the usual symptoms. Her vital signs are normal, but she is not lucid and has discomfort at the slightest stimulus and can only express this with limited range of motion and short heart breaking cries.
So far, no change overnight.
Needless to say, I and the members of our extended families are scared, but hopeful. We are under voluntary quarantine for a few days. Luckily, this happened right before party guests started to arrive, so Marci did not have direct contact with that many people (it is contagious). And we are hoping the Kira is not a vector to all the other little ones that came. All of us are fine so far (knock wood). And Kira had a wonderful birthday party thanks to the fam.
What can you do? Pray and send good thoughts our way. Please- I love you guys, but do not send e-mail best wishes. When I do get online, I will probably want that as some escape. You guys are great and I know your thoughts will be with us.
I’ll provide updates as I can. I do not have admin rights yet after a PC reimage and we will have to see if I can get online easily or not.
Feel free to forward on. There are a ton of folks at work and outside of it that I will have missed.
Marci is not well. She went from 100% to about 5% in relation to mental capacity in about 2 hours around noon Saturday. She is in ICU in critical condition.
A quick road trip to New Braunfels to celebrate Kira’s birthday has turned into an unexpected drama.
Around 6 PM last night they came through with the preliminary diagnosis- Meningitis. At this time, they think that is the less ‘bad’ viral type, but they are still making sure. In their words, they have never seen a manifestation of this condition the way that Marci exhibited. She went down quickly with none of the usual symptoms. Her vital signs are normal, but she is not lucid and has discomfort at the slightest stimulus and can only express this with limited range of motion and short heart breaking cries.
So far, no change overnight.
Needless to say, I and the members of our extended families are scared, but hopeful. We are under voluntary quarantine for a few days. Luckily, this happened right before party guests started to arrive, so Marci did not have direct contact with that many people (it is contagious). And we are hoping the Kira is not a vector to all the other little ones that came. All of us are fine so far (knock wood). And Kira had a wonderful birthday party thanks to the fam.
What can you do? Pray and send good thoughts our way. Please- I love you guys, but do not send e-mail best wishes. When I do get online, I will probably want that as some escape. You guys are great and I know your thoughts will be with us.
I’ll provide updates as I can. I do not have admin rights yet after a PC reimage and we will have to see if I can get online easily or not.
Feel free to forward on. There are a ton of folks at work and outside of it that I will have missed.
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