House - Part 2

You do know that House never gets to the real answer in the first half hour, right?

The drama continues.

Of course the sleepwalking diagnosis was a little off base. According to our patient this morning, they were full blown hallucinations and they continued on well past where I and the doctors knew. Renee just wasn’t sharing last night, either because of pain or maybe she just wasn’t able to communicate what was going on in her head. Just to be sure we’re never going to let them administer thorazine again.

Renee took a great little trip yesterday back to the Temple Pre-School in Louisville and some kind of exercise with the kids building stick people out of butter. She then traveled to a car dealership in Brick, NJ and saw a palm tree on its side and lights coming out of it. This was during the CT Scan, well after we thought she was back with us in the real world. She then went on to Cassidy’s old cardiologist’s office, also in Brick.

Wow! The Grateful Dead wasn’t even in town. Coincidentally, there was a PBS show on the other night I watched about the great songs of the 60’s hosted by Michelle Phillips of the Mama’s and Papa’s. In-A-Gada-Da-Vi-Da and other psychedelic nonsense tunes were featured. Didn’t come close to the long strange trip Renee took.

I don’t think we can blame the introduction of just one drug for hiccups as the single issue in Renee’s surreal tour of the country. The pressure on Renee’s lungs, esophagus and diaphragm from the build up in her stomach had a lot to do with it I’m sure. The pain meds were probably a pretty big factor, also. Whatever it was, it sure sprang nearly this whole hospital into action to figure out how to fix it quick.

This morning things are so much calmer. Renee was sitting up when I got here. We got her cleaned up and changed. The attending physician came in and said they canceled the additional CT Scan. He remarked that Renee looked “clinically good.” This was a big improvement over yesterday where she looked, I guess, clinically like sh*!.

After the wash-up, Renee was ordered to take a walk. She did good. One of the nurses, the one who held Renee up when she teetered on yesterday’s walk, commented that she looked different this morning. “Oh, you’ve got the nose tube and oxygen.” (Renee calls it her Pinocchio nose.) Renee replied that it was all part of the new winter fashions. “It’s all about the bling,” she added. This got the nurse laughing and sharing the line with others.

I think we’ve got our girl back. Hopefully, we can keep it light from here forward. Now, someone please send a wake up call to those bowels so we can get Renee well enough to get the heck out of here!