MRSA. The new four letter word.

Everyone who gets admitted to the hospital has to run a little swab in their nose, which is then sent to the lab and cultured to see if it contains MRSA. Heather did this when we checked in on Monday and we found out that she actually brought some MRSA in to the hospital. 

Initially sounds scary, until you step back and realize that MRSA is everywhere. I'm sure I brought some in too.  I've heard of studies that have shown recliners in fire halls are ripe with the stuff. It's on everything we touch, which is why hand-washing is such a good idea. 

Well, that was easy for me to wrap my brain around, but mine is not clouded with IL-2, Demerol, Ativan, etc. Poor Heather thought this meant the end, not that she was sick with some infection, but that they were going to end her treatment and essentially kick us out.  Not the case, but not an easy thing to convince her of. Truly, the only reason the nurse told her was to help explain why everyone now had to wear a yellow robe around her. Yep, including me. Yellow robe when in the room, take it off when I leave. (Is it like a kilt? Do I have to wear anything under it?)

Well, we finally convinced her that it really was no big deal. She even gets to wear a "Fancy" yellow robe when she leaves the room for a little walk through the halls. Phheeewwww!!!!

She made it through the night pretty well after that.  She received her 5th dose at 2:00 AM, and even managed a few hours of sleep. Then, took the news really well at about 9:00 when she was told that she wasn't going to get the 6th dose at 10:00. BP too low, but being supported well by the Neo. 

Other than trying to keep from crawling out of her skin, fairly relaxing day, which will typically lower most people's BP, but Heather managed to raise hers.  Last one was 103/62 and she is on a low dose of the pressor, so.... the good news.... more IL-2 at 6:00!!!  Back on schedule. Yippee!

Looking forward to hitting the half way point of this trip. 6/7 doses down, 7 left!