Am I hot, or what?

Well..   What a difference 24 hours can make.

The week started out relatively busy for both of us – Tracy getting back into the swing of things down in Danvers, and me up in Portsmouth and Dover. Monday came and went, Tuesday wasn’t much better.  Busy, but just that.

Wednesday was my day working out of the Portsmouth office, and since I usually hotel out of a spare cube, all of my gadgets stay there.  Around 4 PM, I got back to my pile-o-lectronics and had a missed call. It was – of course – Tracy.  When I called the house, I’ll I got was a very weak sounding Tracy saying that she had to get to the ER. My focus for the day changed pretty quickly at this point.  Packed up all my troubles in my old kit bag and sauntered down the road. Got home and by then Tracy was ready to go – way ready to go. She was burning up and had pegged the thermometer at almost 103 degrees. Not good. 

When we got to the ER, it was already hoping.  They were expecting us, having been alerted by the Oncology team.  This was around 5:30 PM on Wednesday, and after much blood drawing, poking & prodding, it was decided that Tracy would be admitted.  The primary decision point had to do with the fact that over the last two months, she had already undergone multiple courses of cephalexin and still had some amount of residual incision “oozing”.  Secondary was that her white blood cell count had skyrocketed to over 17,000 (yeah – that’s really, really high). Third – was that there was a possibility that this was a MRSA infection.  At this point even the strongest oral antibiotics are generally no longer effective and you have to use the really ugly stuff intravenously.  The downside to this type of regimen is that it requires a multiple day inpatient stay as this stuff tends to do much damage if you have an IV “blowout”- yep - that’s what they’re called. 

It’s the end of the first 24 hours, and hopefully I’ll be able to scoop her up tomorrow afternoon. 

More to come as we find out more.