We were gearing up to take Josh home today, but that sonofabitch fever came back and a brand new rash came to torment him. The nurse said that he will be here for at least another 48 hours til either something grows, or does not grow in the various cultures they have collected. Funny, but the one place they have not taken a culture is from the wound itself. Actually, the bite is area is bad, but the real issue is the toxicity in his system still causing havoc.
I am feeling demoralized as hell and between this stuff and my awful PMS hormones making me a raging pissed off asshole, I am such an emotional mess.
I wish I could have my Myra Daffodil Bunny here with me. She usually hates being held like a baby, but I hold her and cry into her neck and ears, she is so sweet and lets me get it all out.
I should not complain. My boy only has a wicked spider bite. Someone somewhere in this world will find out their baby has cancer.
God have mercy.