Dear Friends,
Thank-you again for all your thoughts and prayers these last many days. I'm beginning to think my husband may live, and with him, my child and I are getting a little saner. Rhett slept reasonably well for much of the night and he has gone several hours this morning without a fever. I could kill the nurse who told us he couldn't have Immodium. (Some nutty theory about how if there was a virus in him, we shouldn't stop it from escaping. Not thinking, I suppose, about the fact that the need for the Immodium was a side effect of the Doxycyclene they had put him on?) The baby is sleeping, thank God, and I'm going to try very soon to go pay the rent and pick up PunkieRexie's anti-seizure meds. He had a big seizure while we were at the hospital on Saturday night and we definitely don't need a reprise of that performance. Poor puppy. He's been pretty stressed out with all this coming/going/stressful-energy. The outpouring of support from our church and other friends/family has been overwhelming (in a wonderful way) and we can't thank you enough.
Hugs, Em
POSTED BY EMILIE BROWN AT 11:39 AM
2 COMMENTS:
Mama Pajama said...
Sending good "get well vibes" your way!!!!!
MAY 5, 2008 10:18 PM
Robin Lettuce Stack said...
OH my gosh!!! Lovely punkies!! I am so sorry you are going through this! What a nightmare. It sounds absolutely horrific. I wish I could be there to support you. You are in my thoughts and I hope Rhett gets better very soon!!!
MAY 8, 2008 6:41 PM
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