General Update
Oct. 5th, 2009 20:53![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeSeveral people have asked after Michelle, and I have a few thoughts of my own to share.
At this moment, Michelle is up and about, coughing only a little. She's taking care of Jami, who is all sniffly and lethargic. She appears to be bouncing back.
It is difficult to determine whether the bronchitis is bacterial or viral, but I have a theory based on observation. If it were bacterial, it would have responded to treatment by now. We're going on three weeks, now, on day seven of antibiotics. I think it's both.
Michelle saw our regular doctor on Tuesday. She was instructed to have a chest x-ray, but was too sick to do so that day, so her doctor's instructions were, "If you don't start feeling better, get the x-ray." She started, slowly, to feel better, and, because of that - and for other reasons - decided the x-ray wasn't necessary.
Friday, Michelle was up and about. She made dinner - a yummy beef stew. She slept through the night. Things were looking up.
By Saturday afternoon, she couldn't stay awake. She didn't even have the energy to lift her sandwich to eat lunch. She fell asleep in the middle of a conversation. This is outside my realm of experience and - apparently this is a trigger for me - my brain overloaded quickly. In my fear and concern for my wife - and with the advice of the Ask A Nurse line - I made the decision to take Michelle to the ER.
We got a breathing treatment, blood work up, and x-ray. Blood work normal, chest x-ray clear. Blood sats a little low, but the breathing treatment saw to that.
Not a wasted trip, by any means. Nice to have my fears allayed. It is just a double-whammy, and will take several weeks to clear up.
So, that's the story.
As a result of this, I had to miss my own concert. This is only the second time I've missed a scheduled event (the first time, I lost my voice the day before I was to perform at Main Street Coffee House.) I hated to do it, but frankly I wouldn't have performed worth a damn anyway. I was simply too worried about my wife. I tried to rehearse a bit Saturday morning and it went...badly.
To those of you who came to see me, I'm sorry I wasn't there, and I'm sorry I missed you. To those of you planning on coming again - or coming to see me for the first time - you'll have plenty of opportunity in November. I'm composing that announcement now, and I'll post that in a day or two.
At this moment, Michelle is up and about, coughing only a little. She's taking care of Jami, who is all sniffly and lethargic. She appears to be bouncing back.
It is difficult to determine whether the bronchitis is bacterial or viral, but I have a theory based on observation. If it were bacterial, it would have responded to treatment by now. We're going on three weeks, now, on day seven of antibiotics. I think it's both.
Michelle saw our regular doctor on Tuesday. She was instructed to have a chest x-ray, but was too sick to do so that day, so her doctor's instructions were, "If you don't start feeling better, get the x-ray." She started, slowly, to feel better, and, because of that - and for other reasons - decided the x-ray wasn't necessary.
Friday, Michelle was up and about. She made dinner - a yummy beef stew. She slept through the night. Things were looking up.
By Saturday afternoon, she couldn't stay awake. She didn't even have the energy to lift her sandwich to eat lunch. She fell asleep in the middle of a conversation. This is outside my realm of experience and - apparently this is a trigger for me - my brain overloaded quickly. In my fear and concern for my wife - and with the advice of the Ask A Nurse line - I made the decision to take Michelle to the ER.
We got a breathing treatment, blood work up, and x-ray. Blood work normal, chest x-ray clear. Blood sats a little low, but the breathing treatment saw to that.
Not a wasted trip, by any means. Nice to have my fears allayed. It is just a double-whammy, and will take several weeks to clear up.
So, that's the story.
As a result of this, I had to miss my own concert. This is only the second time I've missed a scheduled event (the first time, I lost my voice the day before I was to perform at Main Street Coffee House.) I hated to do it, but frankly I wouldn't have performed worth a damn anyway. I was simply too worried about my wife. I tried to rehearse a bit Saturday morning and it went...badly.
To those of you who came to see me, I'm sorry I wasn't there, and I'm sorry I missed you. To those of you planning on coming again - or coming to see me for the first time - you'll have plenty of opportunity in November. I'm composing that announcement now, and I'll post that in a day or two.