The Latest Theory

Okay, Day 10 in the hospital:

Today, we learned that part of Josephine's right lung has collapsed. Her chest X-ray clearly shows it (according to the fourth attending physician to assume her care.) And yes, that would be the same X-ray that she got on Friday, which was used then as evidence of bacterial pneumonia.

My question to the doctor: So, okay.... does this mean she doesn't have pneumonia?
Answer: Well, we can't say for sure. It's possible. In any case, the antibiotics can't hurt.
(Read: Hey, mommy, don't get mad at us!)

I like Georgetown, in theory, but not very much in practice.

With all that, I still think she's doing better. Today, when she was awake, she didn't need the oxygen at all. (When she slept, her oxygen saturation levels dipped to low. Bells went off. I lost my nerve and turned it on myself!) Even more significantly, she drank more milk than she's had in two weeks, and I got a smile!

Anyway, I'm just sick of the whole thing. (The latest attending physician came in today, explained the whole chest thing, blah-blah, and said "Oh, you know everybody has been saying how nice you are! Considering how long you've had to stay..." And I said, "Yeah, ha. I'm not actually that nice anymore.")

In other news, I read Pete Hamill's essay about his friend Mike Tyson in prison (yes, it's an old one) and he clearly thinks Mike got a raw deal. Among the evidence of wrongful conviction, he cites the fact that Desiree Washington removed her pantyliner in Mike's bathroom. I tell you what -- I think that's crap.

What else? Last night Josephine and I ate chocolate pudding and watched a bit of live videocam from Georgetown's chapel, but then we switched to an even more uplifting movie about four suburban 70s boys on a pilgrimage to a KISS concert.

Hmm, Gene Simmons or Jesus?