Archive for September, 2009
Not much new to report
From Aunt Gay’s daily email -
Tues 9/29 3PM. Joe is still in ICU, still on the ventilator, still running a fever of about 102. The consensus among the docs is that he doesn’t have an infection, he has an inflammation of the pancreas. As far as I can tell, the plan is to keep all signs stable and wait it out. This may be a very long wait, one doc told me. So… one day at a time. He knew I was there today, but he wasn’t agitated, thank goodness. I can’t conveniently sit beside him–too much going on. So my plan is to duck in and call the nurse often and get out and about while I can.
I went to lunch with Steve Leigh, Rusty and Joel Zakem. Joel is the angel who has loaned me the apartment. This evening Rusty and I will hang out with Becca Levin and pet the kitties while her hubby is playing darts with friends.
Thanks for all your good wishes. We need them. Love, Gay
I waffle between flipping out, and thinking that “no news is good news”. Not so much flipping out today, thanks to both a lovely birthday package from my mom (lots of pictures of giraffes for my birthday! And fresh Key Limes!) and some Valium so that I could handle going to the dentist. Never thought I’d be glad to go to the dentist.
Get well soon, Unca Joe. I lost my dad; I lost Bill; I’m not really in the mood to lose you as well.
Selfish
How many posts can I title “Daily Unca Joe Update”?
Two emails from Aunt Gay today -
Mon. 9/28 Joe still has a high fever, though not as high as yesterday. He’s off the cold bed again. Still in ICU, still on the ventilator. I hope to talk to some doctors today. All other signs seem to be holding stable. He is responding to the nurses commands–”Squeeze my hand. Open your eyes.” I think they bring him up to almost consciousness, then let him go back down.
I may go to the zoo or a museum today to keep my head on straight.
Love, Gay
Followed later by:
Mon 9/28 4PM None of the cultures that have come back so far show anything. The infectious disease doc says it’s probably in his abdomen. The surgeon agrees. Meanwhile his temp is hovering at 102, lower than it has been, without the cold bed. The surgeon will do another cat scan tomorrow. He does not want to operate again if he can help it. He says every day away from the original surgery is a good day. Maybe Joe’ll fight it off with the antibiotics he has and his own tough self.
He was more alert today, knew my voice, closed his eyes when I asked him to. I worry this means he’s not getting enough of the fun drugs. They’ve reassured me that he is.
Because he clearly knew I was there, I’ve stuck close today instead of going off somewhere, though we did go to an ice cream parlor after lunch. Gay
Sigh. I wish I was there.
QOTW – 2009/09/28
And the Question of the Week is… If you had to kill your own food, would you become a vegetarian?
My answer is after the cut.
Uncle Joe update
I just had a lovely conversation with Aunt Gay, and they’ve finally gotten Unca Joe’s fever down.
This is the email she sent out earlier today -
Joe’s still running a high fever that won’t come down. They’ve cultured everything but probably won’t have results for several days. They’re leaving him on the respirator, sedated, for today. He did respond to some commands, as he has been. He seems to know I’m with him.
But now that they’ve got his fever down, Aunt Gay is definitely feeling a lot better. And if Aunt Gay is happy, I’m happy. She said we won’t know for a day or two why there’s some fluid build-up around his pancreas; they took a culture but it’s going to take a few days to grow so they can figure out what the infection is coming from. I believe if I have the time frame right (bear with me, behold my inability to comprehend the passage of time) that we should get those results tomorrow night or Monday morning.
I’m so very grateful for the wonderful people in Cincinnati who are taking such good care of my family. Places to stay where she feels comfortable, clothing, home-cooked meals, the occasional kitten to play with… you are all wonderful and I thank you from the bottom of what’s left of my bitter and withered heart. I want to make you all Snickerdoodle cupcakes with Cinnamon Buttercream Icing!
Here’s a photo from WorldCon last year in Denver -
Daily Unca Joe update
I was about to post this:
Joe’s still in ICU, still has a fever, still on the respirator. The pulmonary doc hasn’t been in yet, but he was hoping to start weaning Joe off the respirator today. They tell me that’s done slowly.
Joe’s going in for a CAT scan at noon to see what’s going on inside. I’ll report when I know more. His vital signs are holding steady, still critically stable.
I went to the gym with Becca yesterday and did some moving. That improved my mental state a bit. Becca and Guy fed me dinner again and we had a good kitty fix with their affectionate cats.
More later. Gay
When I also got this:
Just talked to the surgeons. CAT scan showed no infection, but pancreas still inflamed. They took a sample of fluids to send to lab for culture. Otherwise everything is as it should be.
They’re not weaning him from the respirator yet. The nurse said after tomorrow morning’s lab reports they’ll decide.
Dinner with friends tonight. Steve Leigh is playing at a coffee house with good food.
Thanks, everyone. Gay
So. That’s where we are. No real changes.
I’m really sort of glad that Sharon’s on vacation and work is making me so tired; being tired gives me less time to think, less time to worry.
The Italian Stallion vs. the Garbage Truck
(Originally posted on July 10, 2008)
Thursday is trash pickup day in my neighborhood; I usually forget this and then when walking the dog I feel that I’m being stalked by the garbage trucks. But I am always amused by guys in their boxers running their trash bins out to the sidewalk!
This morning I was keeping a pretty steady pace of being about ten houses in front of the garbage truck. Towards the end of that block as I’m turning the corner, something bright catches the corner of my eye. I turn around and from about three houses behind me, I saw a man in blue shorts and an open pink button-down shirt come tearing out of his yard, pushing the trash can in front of him like a four-foot-tall baby carriage. He swung it around to face the right part to the road, and then flung his arms above his head and danced around in a big circle… just like Rocky at the top of the stairs. Awesome.
2009: The Year of the Afghan (September)
Yarn: Steadfast Fibers Wonderful Wool (gray); Trendsetter Merino VIII (red)
Pattern: 2009 Afghan: The September Square (Ravel it!)






