Rantings

It's three weeks yesterday since Ian was admitted into hospital with an infected hip.

His hip is now resolved. His staples are out and his incision has all healed up. However, he's still suffering from fevers and sickness and yesterday he had a chest x-ray as a doctor had heard some crepitations in his chest and thought he may have had a touch of pneumonia. He's had samples from virtually every orifice sent off for cultures, and a couple of days ago he had an ECG. I think now they simply don't have a clue what's wrong with him and are doing every test they can think of in an attempt to diagnose by a process of elimination.

I phoned him this morning and his temperature was at 39.9C and he was feeling awful. He can't eat at all and has been having Fortisip drinks to try to keep his strength up.

I did tell him yesterday that I was not happy that nobody had spoken to me in three weeks and that everything I knew was from what he had told me and the gaps were filled in via assumption and speculation. Naturally, I was frightened and emotional and needed someone to tell me the facts. Yesterday afternoon me and his mother got a chance to speak to someone in a quiet room and had all of our questions answered.  I feel a little less panicky now, but I will remain deeply concerned until they find out exactly what is wrong with him.

I'll keep you posted.

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