Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Mea culpa

Proteus Mirabilis
I'm still busy wiping the egg off my face. 

For a while, I've been blogging here about my daughter Chaya's neurological fevers and their increasing frequency and severity. 

We even consulted with the neurologist about it last week. But for certainty's sake, we brought her to the pediatrician on Wednesday for a clinical exam.

No other symptoms surfaced, but our thorough prize of a doctor sent us for blood and urine tests. Afterwards, he said, it would be safe to presume she's really got rising neurological fevers. 

On Thursday after the visiting nurse took blood, her fever spiked to 40.2 Celsius. So despite the complication of it, my husband rushed our child to the local health fund clinic where the nurse took urine via a catheter. (The visiting nurse declines to do that with female patients and we were going to postpone it to a more convenient day).

It was immediately clear that she has a urinary tract infection. So within an hour, we had already started her on Cefuroxime, an antibiotic.

Since then, her fever has been steadily dropping. It's back to her usual slightly-elevated readings with an amazing, fluky 36.8 C thrown in last night! I can't remember her ever having a reading that low. 

Her pediatrician surmises that this infection has been simmering (and Chaya silently suffering, of course) for a while.

Today the urine culture results arrived: Proteus mirabilis. It's actually quite a work of art (see above).

As for the moral of this story, I'm sure it's obvious: Never presume anything about our complicated children who can't convey to us what they're feeling

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