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Everything was going great. I could finally see an end in sight. My hair was growing back into an awkward, yet longer stage and beginning to cover atleast one of my scars. My insicion on my chest was beginning to finally heal and my hand was beginning to open. I was the happiest girl in the world knowing I could open my hand after having it closed for 3 years. It felt like a miracle.
I should of known this was too good to be true. Last weekend, I bumped my head on the hood over the stove after trying to plug my phone into the wall right next to it. Who knows how I did it but all last week the incision began getting ugly. Yesterday I decided to ask Jenn to take a look since she's an RN, I knew she could help me out. She squeezed it and said she really didn't like the looks of it and I should call the doctor. After calling my neurosurgeon, I found myself driving back to the hospital so they could take a look.
My mom, Hailey and I walked into the ER, thinking we would be heading home in just a short time with an antibiotic. Boy, there are some strange people out there. One guy came in on a stretcher that must have been drinking heavily all night. He started cursing at all the doctors and I will admit, I was a bit afraid of him. Especially since the world was supposed to end at 6pm and this was at 5:30. When they finally called me back, there were so many patients that I ended up in a bed in the hall. We sat there and watched everyone walk by with all these serious injuries and I felt just fine. I ended up feeding Hailey and rocking her to sleep while sitting there. My mom and I noticed a very sick man in the room down the hall and the door was wide open so we saw everything that happened. His foot was dripping in blood and there was a big metal rod sticking through his knee. We saw the doctors cut the end of the rod off with big clippers that looked like brush cutters. It was so scary and made me a little nauseous. We saw someone with bells palsy,someone with a sprained ankle and a young girl throwing up. Everything seemed worse then my situation because I felt completely fine.
After sitting there for what seemed like hours, a resident came over and looked at my incision. She said it didn't look bad but the neurosurgeon would have to take a look. Soon after, one of the surgeons who works with Dr. Pilitsis came over and looked. They brought me into a trauma room to wash it and do a culture to see if there was an infection. After doing that, they agreed that I just had to go home with an antibiotic.
A couple minutes later, an emergency room doctor came over and squeezed the incision and saw some puss, so he immediately brought the neurosurgeon back over to look. They called Dr. Pilitsis and said they had to admit me to give me IV antiobiotics. I felt like I was in a nightmare and I just wanted it to be over. I was so happy about my hand opening and now this was happening!! Why me??!
About a half hour later, one of the anesthesiologists came over to talk to me about surgery. My jaw dropped as I stared at him in confusion. I didn't know what he was talking about. They decided they had to cut my head back open and clean it out to make sure everything was clean underneath. They explained to me that if it was a really bad infection they would have to take the device out and replace it later on. I was so upset.
This morning, they did this procedure and said it was just mild. I have to stay in the hospital until Tuesday or Wednesday though until they get the cultures back to make sure I am taking the right antibiotics for the infection. I will be going home with a picc line to have IV antibiotics for 6 weeks. So much for healing fast, going on vacation with my parents and going back to Florida in June. This positive attitude I had is slowly going down the tubes. :(
I just want to hold my Hailey.

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