I might be getting what I deserve for adoring hospital documentaries - some real face-time with doctors, some serious mystery symptoms and a diagnosis, that leaves B and I spending the Fourth at Northwestern Memorial.
Brian's been feeling run-down and crappy for the last few weeks. He took antibiotics for clinically diagnoses pneumonia in early June - after a wacky-busy week that we presumed wore him down. The antibiotics knocked out the wheezing, but B never quite felt 100 percent. Not quite 100 percent devolved into neck pain, head ache, exhaustion and finally - the symptom that really did it - facial paralysis. Yow.
We spent time in the emergency room on Saturday and after determining that he didn't experience a stroke the detective work began. Our extremely attractive doctor asked the million dollar question: Have you been camping lately?
Yes! Once in late May and again last weekend! B was indeed bit by a dirty, rotten tick and indeed, it seems, exposed to the tick-borne yuckiness that is Lyme Disease.
We'll be watching the fireworks from the 14th floor (east facing!) of Northwestern Memorial and waiting to get a PICC line so I can really act like a nurse and administer IV antibiotics for the next 26 days. B is feeling lots better with pain medicine and antibiotics - hooray!
If anyone is looking for a (reportedly) mediocre view of the fireworks which you can watch with B and I - let us know! We have glow sticks and pretty soon I'm hopping over to the grocery for some hospital-approved snacks. Right now we're watching clouds roll by and getting better.
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