Oh, Happy Day

When the cardiac consultant and his team arrived yesterday morning, I was knackered and so was Madam after the dramas of the Useless Nurse and the Very High Fever. They did an ultrasound which showed the fluid on her heart is diminishing at last but the fibrous matter is significantly worse. I held my breath and waited to hear that we were off to Southampton, but the pronouncement didn't come. Instead they decided to change her antibiotic to see if that might do it...

Of course, they aren't go to let us out of here any time soon - unless she shows a marked improvement and they are sure her heart won't suddenly pack up in Sainsburys. That means no fevers. There is some talk of administering the antibiotic orally at some point, rather than IV, which would mean we can do that at home...

So oddly, I felt rather better about things after that consultation. And the day just got better and better.

We read a lot of stories, covered everything we could in stickers, ate ice cream for lunch and all day the fever held off. She even started chatting to some of the nurses, instead of cowering in her cot. At bedtime I tucked her in and said goodnight. I had the last fag of the day with The Husband, before getting in to bed myself with my book.

Well, we both had the best night's sleep we have had in months!! She slept through with no complications, no Useless Nurses or fevers. The Whole Night. Huzzah! Until the 6am check, when a fever had crept in... and I look out of the window and it is raining. Bugger.