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.
