Second verse, same as the first...

Well, we are back at the hospital with Edith.

I received a call yesterday at about 12:30 from the hospital.  They had received Edith's blood cultures back from the lab in Manchester, and they discovered the underlying cause of Edith's fever.  She has a mengicoccal infection.  Yes, that is the bacteria that causes meningitis.  Because of the risk involved should the infection spread to her spine or brain, they re-admitted her.

Thanks to the in-laws, we made a mad dash back to Hull and got Edith started on intavenous antibiotics.  We will be in until Monday afternoon.  Clinically, she is fine.  But they don't want to take any chances.  She has been a star throughout the whole process.  She has a shunt in her arm for the IV drugs, and it is all splinted up and wrapped so she won't pull it out.

Until this morning we had to stay in our little hospital room, but the consultant told us this morning that Edith dodn't need to be confined to her hospital room any more.  What a relief!  We have 6 hours between doses of antibiotics, so we are actually in Ulceby at the minute.  Martin is helping his dad build a deck.  We just have to be back for 6pm so Edith can get her next dose, and spend another night there.  Then Dylan has his final appointment to have blood drawn--also at Hull, though in a different hospital on the same complex.  So I will spend another night in the hospital with Edith (oh the joys) and the boys will pick us up after Dylan has his blood drawn in the morning.

So everybody is doing fine, though we're all fed up with this whole hospital business.  It makes it even more frustrating because nothing is outwardly wrong with Edith.  Still, better to be safe than sorry, right?

Thank goodness for the NHS, because this drama isn't costing us a penny--other than the extortionate bridge toll, parking, and hospital food for me!