Liquid Life

Infectious Disease. Not.

2009-07-17T19:25:07Z

Today was my second visit with the ID doc. I actually didn’t get to meet with the doctor himself. I met with his RN who then consulted him on the phone. Lame, I know. So here is the short of it—I am on two more antibiotics for the next ten days. Then, more urinalysis. If this batch of drugs does not work, ID doctor cannot help me. The end.

Seriously though, if this batch doesn’t do anything for me, I have to go back to the urologist and we will have to look for other possible causes such as anatomic abnormalities, kidney stones, etc., etc., etc. I am hoping and praying that my body will begin to heal properly and in a timely fashion. Pray with me, if you will.

We Have Several Winners

2009-07-16T22:10:03Z

Just wanted to share an update about Hudson’s eating habits (for all of you out there who are wondering what’s happening). He has decided that he likes apples, pears, sweet potato, and avocado. So, his diet is a little more varied these days. Still a big fat no to bananas.

I haven’t made him eat any more green beans or squash, but I plan to reintroduce those at some point. Next on the list are peas, carrots, and peaches. I might even sneak in some mango in there.

I am still making all of his food and it is still going very well. According to my calculations, and I might be way off because math and I have never been friends, I am saving anywhere between $4 and $2.50 per every batch of food I make. I think that’s pretty good considering the fact that most of his foods are made out of organic fruits and veggies. I am basically saving 50% by not buying jarred goodness.

I am going to post pictures of the process at some point, just so you can get an idea of how easy this can be. I also promise I will post pictures of his newly redecorated room once it is finished. Oh, and an update from tomorrow’s visit with the Infectious Disease Doctor is coming soon (obviously the visit has to happen first, before I can write about it, duh). You better stay tuned.

A Project

2009-07-07T17:02:23Z

Since we moved Mr. Hudson into his own room this weekend, I’ve been working on decorating it and setting things up. I’ve been driving all over town in the past two days, looking for good deals and cute stuff. I haven’t been this excited in a really long time. I plan on taking before/after pics and will share all the details once his room comes together.

We Have a Winner

2009-07-07T01:32:00Z

We are still working on introducing fruits and vegetables to Hudson’s diet. And he is still working on spitting out all of said fruits and vegetables. So far we’ve given him, in no particular order, green beans, squash, bananas, avocados, and pears. He hates them all, to varying degrees, except for avocados.

Avocados are the only ones he will eat “naked,” meaning that I don’t have to hide them in rice or oatmeal cereal. The boy can put away some avocados, I tell you. I am very excited about this, but at the same time, a little puzzled. I mean, he hates pears. And bananas. I can understand his strong dislike for green beans, but pears?

I am planning to continue with new foods. Next on the list are sweet potatoes and carrots, possibly some peaches. Admittedly, I am having a lot of fun, even though my little man is quite picky at the moment.

She is Referred

2009-07-02T21:36:00Z

So, you remember all the drama with my never-ending bacterial infections? Well, there is an unfortunate update to this whole situation, but let me start from the beginning.

After I met with my urologist, I went on a diet and a month-long antibiotic. I also started taking probiotics on a regular basis. Everything seemed fine, at least for a little while. Then, two weeks into it, I started having old symptoms again and believe me, you don’t want to know about those.

To be honest, I stayed in denial for about a week. Deep down I knew I had the start of another infection, but I really didn’t want to believe it. After all, I was taking antibiotics. I couldn’t admit to myself that, yet again, another treatment has failed miserably and I am left at square one after almost four months of endless rounds of antibiotics, multiple sonograms, a cystoscopy and a chorus of doctors singing, “this is so very, very common in women your age,” into my ears.

I don’t believe that this is so very common. I think it happens to a lot of women, but I believe that my case is more stubborn and complicated than most. My question throughout this last episode was, “Can you get an infection while taking antibiotics?” And, apparently, you most certainly can.

After having pain for about a week I finally decided to make an appointment with my urologist. We had a great chat and she sounded confident that, even if it is another infection, we will be able to get it under control. I told her, point blank, that I need her to give me some hope; that I need her to tell me it is possible to get rid of these infections and bacteria; that I need to know I will be able to function like a normal human being soon, like I did before baby.

She told me it is possible to eradicate GBS (which is the bacteria that is trying to kill me at the moment). She sounded confident, like it would be a manageable task. I walked away relieved. I felt thankful for a doctor who knew what she was doing and was willing to stick it out with me. I felt good. Really good.

Imagine my surprise when I get a call a few days later saying that, yes, indeed, I do have another infection and my urologist is referring me to another doctor. What? Referring? Last time we talked she mentioned no referral of any kind. I felt like my doctor was cheating on me.

It gets better though, as it always does. As I am talking to the nurse, she gives me the name of the doctor I am now supposed to see. She says, “Now, I don’t remember if he is an internist or not, let me make sure.” She puts me on hold and then comes back to tell me that Dr. So-And-So is, in fact…get ready people…An Infectious Deceased Doctor.

I cannot begin to tell you how I felt in that very moment as those words—Infectious Decease Doctor—sank into my brain. I felt sick to my stomach. I actually felt like my guts were going to fall out. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like I was drowning in those words.

I kept myself together long enough to get this new doctor’s phone number, address, the usual. And then I hang up the phone and cried. I wanted to really scream and let it all out, but I couldn’t because I didn’t want to scare Hudson.

I don’t mean to be overly dramatic here, I’m just telling it like it is. I feel frustrated at this point that this bacteria hasn’t been killed by the eight or so rounds of antibiotics. I feel scared because I am not sure what can kill this thing. I also still cannot believe that I have to see an Infectious Decease Doctor, I mean, really?

Apparently, these doctors are in high demand around these parts, so I can’t get in until the end of this month. I am currently taking a different and very strong antibiotic to kill off this present infection and then I will be in limbo for three weeks. I am not sure what to expect from this new doctor (just to be clear, I am NOT contagious), but I certainly hope he can figure out how to kill this thing once and for all. But for now, we wait.