She kept it up to the tune of 3 bags a day - Thursday to Saturday - with an occasional chicken tender on the side. It was the most enthusiastic eating we had seen in weeks and we were delighted with each fat-laden bite! She insisted on frequent field trips "downstairs" and laps around the unit to visit the laundry room, the kitchen, and the nurses' station. Each day she seemed stronger.
But Sunday, right after the docs' rounds with a promise of an early evening discharge, she winced and cried out while trying to enjoy her second bag of chips. By bedtime she was back on morphine with a bunch of visible mouth and throat sores.
Fever of 102.5. So antibiotics, blood cultures, urine sample. And we wait to see what's next...
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