A hospitalization journal

Sunday, October 7

I'd hoped we could keep these hospitalizations annual - but it was not to be. Yesterday, a half hour after feeding herself a big meal with gusto, Chaya vomited it up in its entirety. Afterwards she copiously vomited liquid every couple of hours.

We tried caring for her at home administering Pramin suppositories - acquired from a local gemach  - as her pediatrician advised. He said that without fever or diarrhea the likelihood of dehydration was slim. But the Pramin had no effect. Horrific doesn't come close to describing that night. 

By morning, there were strands of brown blood in the vomit rendering the question of "what to do" a no-brainer. So here we are back in the ER, 11 months after Chaya's last hospitalization. 

So far, she's weathered a chest x-ray and a 12 hour struggle to get urine via a catheter (an incredibly incompetent nurse couldn't get any urine even though Chaya's on a fluid drip. The next shift's nurse collected it with ease. The consensus: it's another UTI. 

This leaves us at a loss as to how to prevent them. We had to stop giving cranberry juice several weeks ago because that seemed to cause vomiting. Should we now resume that, perhaps in a more diluted form?

Tuesday, October 9

Here we are, finally, in a proper ward (where we waited several hours in the corridor for a room):

The doctors' diagnosis has done a 180: UTI is now negated and replaced with "some infection, somewhere", possibly gastroenteritis. Presumably that triggered aspiration of vomit since the blood test results indicate infection. The profuse vomiting may then have caused intestinal bleeding which appeared in her vomit. 

She's still getting IV Controloc (pantoprazole) to prevent a repeat of that bleeding although there's no sign of it anymore, not even in her stools.

Bumped into that neurologist who we concluded had dumped us when she ignored our last email. Apparently she never saw it and is happy to resume her role as Chaya's neurologist. While she's pleased we consulted that senior epileptologist she recommended, she warns that getting regular appointments there won't be easy.

So she promptly ordered a CT and an EEG for Chaya. She also assured us she'll contact that terrific American neurologist whom we encountered during last November's hospitalization. He's the doctor who rescued Chaya from the avalanche of drugs that had reduced her to semi-comatose. 

I may have mentioned here that we can't contact consult him directly because he doesn't have a practice; this neurologist who will be our conduit to him decided to search for info about central fever and told us she learned it's not uncommon among uncontrolled epileptics!

Chaya is now off the IV drip and has begun to eat and drink. She's back on her Vimpat which was only available in pill form. (They had Keppra in IV form, so she's been getting that regularly). But I haven't resumed the cannabis yet.

We've missed hydrotherapy - Chaya's pinnacle of pleasure - which takes place on Tuesdays. We may also miss the long-awaited delivery of Chaya's new wheelchair scheduled for Thursday.

Wednesday, October 10

Back on the drip because, after a batch of heavy seizures, Chaya was unable to eat and could drink only a bit. A CT was done this morning. Not clear why it was ordered but haven't heard any results yet in any case. UTI has been ruled out even more emphatically today. It's not looking as though we'll have C. home in time for the wheelchair delivery tomorrow.

And here are a couple of gems from the medicos...

Nurse about to finish her shift comes around with next shift's nurse to do what is known here as חפיפה (= passing the baton). I hear her mention that she had taken Chaya's temperature which was slightly elevated but that she decided against Tylenol. I told both nurses that she is seizing badly and could actually benefit from Tylenol for her fever. Then the nurse about to leave delivers her pearls of wisdom: "You see, she's seizing badly because her epilepsy isn't controlled. It needs to be brought under control. She needs to see a neurologist." To me: "You should consult a neurologist." 

I regret that I didn't ask her: "Why? Do you think she might have epilepsy?"

Wednesday night, October 10

I witnessed an argument between two doctors at the station which was situated immediately outside our cubicle. I had the curtain open so couldn't avoid seeing and hearing one, a male , tell the other, a female: "You're a hussy". The other responded: "Well tell me, do you know the patient's background?" "You ought to tell me it", snarled the guy back at her. "No, you're supposed to know it," she repeated. "Why don't you just do your job?" The guy shot back adding once again: "You're a smart-ass." 

Help! So many lives are in the hands of these nincompoops.

That same male doctor had earlier declared to my husband as he saw him approaching: "Whatever you're about to say, I'm not interested unless it's urgent. I only deal with urgent matters."

Thursday, October 11

Chaya will be released today. Didn't see that coming. The CT negated anything alarming and the EEG showed no change since the last one.

While she isn't eating or drinking much, I nixed the nurse's suggestion of a feeding tube. On Tuesday, a speech pathologist assessed Chaya's swallowing skills and they passed muster. So I figured it was best to just persevere with feeding by mouth. Minimize intervention is our credo.

Thursday night, October 11

Home! And, the icing on the cake is that the new wheelchair is here too! Here is Chaya, sitting in it for the first time:

Next up: Aleh actually encourages parents to give up their children to its institutions. It does so via its new Hotline. No wonder that hospital staff repeatedly asked us about Chaya: "Where does she live?" And were surprised by our response.