After a week of resting and feeling stronger I felt well enough to give my sister a break from staying at the hospital. The afternoon I left I was feeling okay, but something didn’t seem right. Before leaving I took my temperature, it was 98.9. Didn’t seem out of the ordinary since I had just taken a shower. I got my stuff together and headed out for the hour drive to the hospital to Bay Medical. When I got there I was excited to see my Mom, even though she still wasn’t feeling up to par, I bought her a card and looked forward to spending the evening with her. She was still on medicine for C-diff but I had gotten the okay from the PA that I could visit my Mom. After going out to get something to eat and feeding my mom her food, she was still having diarrhea and getting treated for C-Diff. She was finally asleep, I tried to get comfortable in the lounge chair we were using, as it was more comfortable than the one offered by the hospital. I went to the bathroom and passed what resembled an internal organ. After that, the diarrhea started. Since having C-diff I have (and still do) carry a thermometer with me. I took my temperature, it was 99.9. I knew it was coming back and needed to get to the hospital that was back in town. Since I knew this hospital where my mother was the reason we both contracted it, I sneaked out quietly and told one of the nurses to let my Mom know I had to leave. She was sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her. They agreed (didn’t do it, but they agreed) and I left as quickly as I could. I had to take an anti-diarrhea pill since the drive was an hour, I am still not sure how I managed to get home, but at 4:30 I pulled into the driveway. I woke up my sister and told her that my C-diff was coming back, I needed to go back to the hospital. I wanted to take a shower and I was so exhausted, I feel asleep for about an hour, woke up and took my temperature it was 102.5. My sister drove me out to the hospital, I told her there was no sense in her staying, since she and my Father were going to visit my Mom that morning.
They checked me in right away, my white count was 22 and they administered fluids to get my temperature down. I drained two fluid bags that morning and the Dr. told me that my white count went up to 28 and she wanted to admit me, which I agreed. They did a few tests to see what was going on in my colon, it was inflamed badly. I finally had a bowl movement and I could tell, it was C-diff. They sent it off to the lab and confirmed the next morning I was right. That evening they got my fever to break, and my white cell count went down the next day. The staff I had at Sacred Heart on the Gulf was wonderful to me, I wasn’t experiencing a lot of nausea, but felt unsteady on my feet to take a shower the next day, so they helped me during the process. I spent three days in the hospital and the Dr. said that my follow-up was to be done with a Dr. and a test to see if the C-diff was really gone. He explained that I wasn’t on the medicine long enough and I needed to stay away from my Mom until I was a few weeks clear of the C-diff to prevent it from coming back. I would be on the medicine for another 4 weeks at home, both Vanco and Flagyl. Luckily, since I work from home, I didn’t miss that much work.
Thanksgiving was coming up and my Mom was moved to a rehab center close to home. She was in the hospital so long that she needed a lot of therapy to be able to return home. I was coming off my C-diff medicine and was feeling so much better, having lost another 8 pounds this time around.