Glenn and his space-age, Jiffy-Pop, pre-surgery, head cap thing on Monday night.
Well, after writing what I thought was the first and only chapter of the saga of "Glenn and the Beta Hemalytic Strep Bandit," he ended up back in the hospital on Monday night. The infection came back, but was thankfully just isolated in his elbow. He had surgery Monday night to clean it out again (yes, that is as gruesome as it sounds) and then spent Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday in the hospital for observation and IV antibiotics. He's home tonight but we'll be making daily trips to the Infusion Clinic at the hospital for more antibiotics for a few more weeks. He has also this handy-dandy device delightfully called a "Wound Vacuum" that's attached to his incision and gently vacuums out the infected fluid from his arm every few seconds. It makes kind of a loud gurgling, purring sound and I like to imagine that we have adopted a lion and it's curled up at Glenn's feet, purring happily. This positive imagery keeps me from dwelling on the fact that just a few feet away from me, my husband's infected elbow fluid is being extracted from the giant (to me anyway) incision on his elbow and draining into a device that looks a lot like some of the purses I've carried recently (black, kicky, compact).
But he's home and we are all happy about that.
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