Still sick

Drum roll, please . . . . . . . . . . the bacterium du jour causing all the nastiness is . . . . . . . Klebsiella.  I can neither confirm nor deny whether any of my prognostications from yesterday are correct.  No matter.  It is not too vile to be named.  It's been named and doesn't even sound the least bit latin.  They're hitting it with Cefapime—the same antibiotic she's gotten for every other fever, infection and ingrown toenail so far.  Not latin, not vile, and doesn't even need a magic wand to battle it.  Oh well.

They moved her back down to 3NW to room 3724.  These rooms are better suited for neutropenic patients.  The one on 5E was only a stopgap.  At least she is among friends again.

There's a difference between being in the hospital to prevent being sick and being in the hospital because you are sick.  Heidi was confined to her quarters the first two trips because she needed the aseptic environment, to prevent picking up something from the cruel world.  On this trip the world has already inflicted its cruelty and she is here to recover.  The first two trips she used used expressions like "keen" and "skippy" and "oh yay."  This trip she sleeps a lot.  The first two trips there were plenty of photo ops.  This trip there are few.