Empty. The house is empty, even though Ollie didn't chirp all that much
in the beginning and didn't make many noises even when he was sick. No
one to share my peaches and plums with. No one to eat out of my oatmeal
spoon. "How quiet, how quiet the chamber is..."
It wasn't exactly the world's most sterling week otherwise. We
saw a different vascular surgeon (Dr. Austin is off for two months) and
apparently the fistula James was so proactive in having put in last
August is not viable at all (Dr. Austin had the choice of his inside
elbow joint and the wrist and he did the wrist because he said the vein
was bigger, and now it seems the elbow joint should have been the place
after all), so James will have to have fistula surgery again in
September. Dr. Coyle said if the fistula won't work in the inside elbow
joint, she will just do a graft instead, so he will have some sort of port besides the permacath in his chest which is Not Safe. (Ironically,
the graft will be ready for dialysis before a fistula will be. But if
he has the graft, he has two wounds to heal rather than one.)
And we spent the entirety of Saturday afternoon at Urgent Care because the Fosfomax they gave him last
time we went there for a UTI did not work (I could have told them it
wouldn't work; it never works). This time he has Augmentin.
The
one good thing that came out of this week is that Bruno finally got off
their duffs and the chair lift "actuator" arrived at Mobility Works on
Monday. We dropped the pickup off there on Tuesday afternoon and it was
fixed by Wednesday morning and James could finally wheel himself into dialysis.
I miss Oliver.
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