Spoke Too Soon

We got a brief reprieve from the hospital over the weekend but when we went in for a blood count check Monday morning, we weren't surprised that they kept us. Keith was feeling pretty crummy.
We are still here and it's not looking like we're going home any time soon. Poor Keith. He was really feeling well Thursday and Friday and then just started to tank over the weekend. After a few days of several antibiotics, he is finally perking up a bit today. It helps that he had lots of visitors to cheer him up.

First, Roxanne, the therapy dog. Keith got to pet her and feed her treats.

Then Julie brought up Caden and Hunter which was a highlight. Keith was very sad to see them go.

Then Grandma Smart came back into town and brought some stickers and a new flashlight to help entertain him. In hindsight, we shouldn't have let her leave on Saturday! Luckily for us, she accomodates our unpredictable schedule.

Later in the afternoon, Debbie brought up Cole and Ally so we could have a "changing of the guard" and Grandma could take them home for dinner and bedtime.
Keith wouldn't let Debbie leave, so she graciously spent her afternoon watching Scooby Doo and quoting movie lines with us.

Dad is here now hanging out. I fear for when all the fun people leave and Keith is stuck again with his boring Mom. Hopefully he sleeps so much he hardly notices... Right. I won't hold my breath for that.

For now, we are basically in a holding pattern as long as Keith continues to spike fevers. They found bacteria in his blood culture from Monday, but the antibiotics seem to be taking care of it.  With no immune system, it's impossible to pinpoint the cause, so we are hanging out again until his fever goes away and his immune system recovers.
At least today he's feeling better. It has been a nice break from the misery that held him for the last few days.

I feel like this post is similar to many other posts. We're waiting out another fever. But thankfully for Keith, this is our last one. I just keep telling myself, "This is almost over. This is almost over." In some ways it makes it much easier to stomach but it also makes me more impatient to get out of here!

For entertainment tonight, Brent and I resigned ourselves to heart rate competitions with the pulse oximeter. I'm proud to say I beat him but not by as much as I thought. According to Google, Brent's heart rate falls in the category of a man who is in "excellent physical shape"--surprising for a man who exists mostly on Coca Cola and whose lifestyle should exhibit signs of stress.



I'll leave you with a typical picture of Cole from over the weekend. Grandma treated him with a trip to the Dollar Store and he picked out an FBI kit. He is the ultimate crime fighter. Who wouldn't want Cole protecting your city?