Today I drove down to Butterworth Hospital, gave the Blazer to the valet parking, and got wheelchaired over to Infectious Diseases. All my blood work looks good. And other than the first night in hospital, my temps have been normal. So any raging infection, raging or otherwise, is most likely still in the heel bone. If we beat it back, things will be good.
But it's time to change antibiotics, so the PICC line came out. It's pretty simple, but most people don't see beyond the outer attachment. The thin tube goes up the upper arm and down into the chest through the big veins. Hard to tell since it kind of coils a bit once pulled out, but it could easily be 15-18" long.
I'll start the oral antibiotic tomorrow.
After the doctor's office, I phoned in an order for a Chicago stuffed pizza from Crust 54. Our original plan for Detcon was to grab a pizza from Chicago 7, but alas they went out of business. Again. So off to Holland. Not a trivial trip at just after 5pm... and an I-196 with construction issues. Though why a closed left shoulder and no workmen should screw up things so bad. But that's rush hour traffic for you. I prepaid for the pizza and had them deliver it out the back door. Then home. Yum.
The entire trip today? 2:45-6:45. Four hours door-to-door. (grin)