If we were to only have one good day over the winter break - at least it was the day that mattered...Christmas. The rest were crap. By the Sunday after Christmas, Graham had reached a new low and I had to call 911. Within 5 minutes (Go GPFD!!!!) our master bath was filled with 5 rather large manly men. I tried to keep it together, and I feel as if I succeeded for the most part, while I answered all their questions. All 5 of these men were kind, understanding, nonjudgmental, supporting, and efficient. They were able to stabilize Graham and did not have to fly down the highway with sirens blaring. Jordy was already across the street playing and was able to stay there until her Grandparents could collect her. Our neighbor ran and gave me a hug, and this hug gave me so much comfort that I was finally able to breathe and cry a little.
I rode in the front of the Ambulance and they assured me Graham was fine in the back. I am an ADHD shiny button obsessed person - I see it, I press it. So the fact that I don't even remember the mass amount of fun buttons in the cab only reminds me of how frozen I was. I did not believe his number was up, but I had a feeling he would never be home again. The driver was awesome. He kept me calm and kept it light. He is about the same age as me and from Burleson, back when we were in High School, it too was a small town like Cleburne and we began reminiscing about those days. It turns out his nephew died of CF at a really young age and this ride to Dallas hit close to home for him. And since I get to drive to Baylor Dallas so often, I got to take him my way!
In the ER (oddly enough, we got the same room as the last visit), Graham's stats and tests were not looking great and the Drs initial thought was to put him in ICU - ummmmmm, that did not please Graham and he was hell bent on fixing that. If he could move from a mask on 15L of O2 to a nasal cannula on 5L of O2, they would admit him onto the regular floor. Positive: his lungs looked great! Better than the last visit. Negative: his white blood count was up and it was most likely stemming from whatever was going on in his mouth; and his CO2 levels were high too. He was able to move down on the oxygen and he was moved to 10Roberts - our home away from home.
CT Scans and X-rays were ordered on his face along with a visit from the ENT doc. Nothing was found. His doctors believe there was a sinus infection that the ENT doc could not see and that was what caused all this. Graham FINALLY is on the bandwagon that stress and anxiety causes him to crash like this and has promised to take his Xanax regularly. And then something happened I fully did not anticipate - he came home. After a week in the hospital, and really not much change in his health (Xanax really did help), he was released and came home to us. He is still on IV antibiotics, he has atrocious headaches, still feels like crap; but he's home...and that gives a much needed smile on our face.
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