by Lillian Csernica on September 4, 2015
Yes, it’s true. We were discharged on Monday. Michael is looking good. He needs to gain back the weight he lost in the hospital, and he tires easily, but he’s in good spirits and that big grin is back. We’ve had to replace his ketogenic diet with a formula that’s easier on his kidneys. The nephrologist would like us to wait six months for full recovery before putting Michael back on the ketogenic diet. He’s now on one additional anti-seizure medication which seems to be working. He’s had a few very brief seizures, but nothing beyond the frequency and intensity he was experiencing before he went to the hospital.
I’m not good for much this week. I’ve been reading and sleeping and binge-watching the first season of “Grimm.” I’ve seen the occasional random episode of the show, but I’d never gotten the whole story.
Chris hired a new nurse. We need her, because we won’t be sending Michael back to school for at least two weeks. It’s always a little strange having somebody new in the house. On her first day, which was also our first day at home, the upstairs shower decided to just keep running no matter how I turned the faucets, even with pliers. I thought I was going to have to start bailing out the bath tub through the window, but Chris managed to get a plumber to the house within ten minutes of me calling about the potential disaster.
Never a dull moment. I think I might have that engraved on my headstone.
School is in, the neighbors are behaving themselves, and the cats are very happy to see me. Every night there’s a competition to see who gets to sit on my lap as I lounge on the couch watching Netflix or Amazon or Hulu. Now that I’m back, all is right in the feline universe.
I have two ten-page stories due by the end of October, then NaNoWriMo starts. I worked on two or three new short stories while I was in the hospital. I took a few big blank notebooks with me. If I wasn’t writing in my personal journal, I was making notes or writing some piece of fiction. I’ll have to devote a post to what happened as the hospital staff got to know me and word spread about me being a “real writer.” Even in this digital age, some people still have what borders on superstitious awe toward those of us who can make the words keep coming.
It’s good to be home.