I’m sitting here.

Dave is asleep to my left

and to my right

is the one I’m keeping vigil with.

On Tuesday, after almost three months

of Ciproxin

with varying results;

resistant growth,

belly aches,

diarrhoea

and blister outbreaks

the paediatritian declared the Cipro to have failed.

He conceded that it was more trouble than it was worth and to cease the medication

and so I did.

There was no back up plan, other than watch and wait,

no IV antibiotic  to prevent the inevitable -

we were told we would have to wait for the next crisis.

We knew it would come, I guess, I was not expecting it to be this soon

and so now I am watching;

as the pseudomonas takes over once more -

a goopy, disgusting ear and conjunctivitis for good measure (probably also pseudomonal – it happens like that)

her temperature through the roof, her heart pounding at an alarming rate

and I’m waiting for business hours so that we can call the doctor.

I’m tempted to pick her up now and make the hour long drive into the hospital.

She is sleeping though (albeit fitfully) and sleep is healing .

There is no sleep for me though,

not tonight.