Invisible readers, my head is awhirl. EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT HERE. They do things so differently down here -- from bagging Jane when she "desats" to 85 to keeping track of the numbers of bottles they give me for pumping. The whole spectrum of experience is completely other. It's been a bit of a rough adjustment for me, to be honest.
I'm not the only one having trouble with the change. Our girl's been having a tough time settling into this new environment. Is it the stress of the change? Is it a worsening of the BPD? Or is she dealing with something new? Aaaaand the answer is C! Something new! A little something we like to call... PNEUMONIA.
Oh, fer Chrissakes. Seriously? Yeah, seriously.
She's probably been brewing it for a while, but it has raised its unwelcome head now, and these new docs are pretty certain that that's what's been going on these last 30 hours. They're getting ready to put a central line in RIGHT NOW to give them better access and allow them to administer drugs more quickly, etc. Tom talked to the nurse and she was all, "Jane's very sick," and he talked to the surgeon (who will place the line) who was all, "Oh, she's totally stable. Yes, she's very sick, but she's totally stable." 100% oxygen + pressure support like we've scarcely seen before + pneumonia = stable? That's some weird math.
Okey-dokey, then. Pneumonia. Well, to be honest, it was pretty much just a matter of time before she really got it. As you may recall, she's had pneumonia scares in the past, but it's been quite a long while. So now it's really come.
What next, Boston? WHAT NEXT?