As Mommy suspected, I am getting sick. Why I seem to get sick right before my surgery dates she will never know, but there it is. I had more than the usual coughing tonight with a lot of secretions and a fever. Mommy couldn't do much beyond some Tylenol. I did manage to sleep for a few hours at a stretch. Daddy came out around 5:30 and Mommy got to got take a nap for a few hours. Daddy set up the blow up mattress in front of the couch and hooked me up to my mist and told me I had to spend the day in bed. So when Mommy came out a few hours later she saw that I was like a princess on my throne - holding court over the doggies, watching tv and eating a sucker.
My parents spent the day monitoring and entertaining me. I got Tylenol every four hours for the fever and breathing treatments every six hours for the coughing. It doesn't strike my parents as the normal URI they are used to seeing and so far no vomiting. They aren't sure what will happen with surgery at this point but they are crossing their fingers I will rebound quickly.
So after the kick in the stomach of me getting sick, they got sucker punched when the agency called and let them know that Lucille will not be returning - ever. And the agency has no other nurse to fill in. At this point, I am now nurseless during the day and my parents are going to have to take turns taking work off until something can be arranged. With the prior history of finding nurses using this agency they don't have high hopes anything will happen soon.
Peyton Nicole Smith