Echo, I am sorry you've had to join us on this thread. It's full of lovely people who, without exception, would rather not be here. Fear and anger are very closely related emotions, we've discovered.
Mr D is STILL in bloody hospital. It's fast approaching 2 weeks now. General medical are convinced he has an infection but can't find any trace of it. Cultures aren't growing anything, he has had an ultrasound, a CT and echo on his heart and lungs and not a sausage. His temp varies between 36.4 and 37.6 which apparently makes them unhappy and he has a significantly raised CRP.
I am so fed up. I want him home - and I want them to start applying some urgency to sorting him out. He's on the bad ass ABs again, but the consultants are frustrating me beyond measure. Today's visited without even fucking bothering to read his file and was operating on information that was a good 24 hours out of date. I have requested a meeting with them tomorrow when I will ask them what they are playing at. It just isn't good enough. We don't have all the time in the world.
Did I mention I am fed up? Sometimes, I wish we could just get off; that it would give us a bit of a break. I am home alone and our house is up a bloody byway - we don't even have any passing traffic. Our families are many, many miles away and our nearest neighbours are at least a mile away. Without trying to throw a pity party, I feel so isolated. It is tough here at the moment.