Not Quite a Medivac, but Close Enough.

So I thought I'd do an update, mainly because it's easier than answering all the emails entitled "The Bohemian" inquiring as to her constitution. And I'm lazy. Sorry I haven't really been out and about in the blogosphere, but hey, the world didn't end. I probably should make that break more often before I end up at Blogger's anonymous.

She's not doing so hot. Every time I talk to her I keep hoping to hear she's feeling better, but it's looking to be a slow recovery. Expected with mono, but still. Today was some good news, as she says the swelling in her throat has begun to go down, but it's nowhere close to normal. She did manage to actually eat some oatmeal today -- mixed down to a sort of oatmeal soup, but still, it's food.

Anyway, we're bringing her home tomorrow morning. There is just no way she could attend class next week, and I don't want her stuck there by herself over the holiday especially, when I'm sure even Miss Willis will have cleared out for the holiday. I couldn't imagine her this sick and alone there over holiday. Neither the doctor nor I thought she'd be able to handle the normal flight, though -- direct flights are always about $800 or more, so she always goes with the Commoner's Flight, an all day ordeal involving a layover of at least a couple of hours. Normally no problem - the child made her first international flight at 5 weeks old and is an old hand at traveling, but now? No way.

Anyway, she found a direct flight for only $400-something. We got lucky. So all she has to do is get on the flight and collapse, and it will take her straight to Seattle. I pick her up tomorrow morning.

She really hasn't eaten much since last Monday but a bit of soup, and that liquid oatmeal today. Other than that, it's been Gatorade and Ensure and herbal teas. She's very slender to begin with (amazing, given the fact that she often packs away more than her athlete-growing-spurt-brother) so I'm worried about her losing weight. I'm glad she's coming home.

She's worried she won't be able to eat Thanksgiving dinner. That's a good sign. Seriously, she may be a little slip of a thing, but the girl can EAT. Normally, anyway. I'm going to make my homemade potato soup for her tomorrow - it's one of her favorite things in the world, and if I mash most of the potatoes up real good and use more milk, she should be able to eat it.



Thanks to all of you who sent good thoughts and support and even medical knowledge over the cyberwaves to the Bohemian and her mom -- it is much appreciated. I must throw a shout out to my Boston and DC boyz in particular. I received offers to actually rush to her rescue, which was very much appreciated. I know it might seem seem strange to those who don't "do" this blogging thing, that I'd find some measure of comfort in knowing there were a bunch of men across the country whom I've never met, who were willing to rush over to my daughter's dorm room and tend to her every need. Come to think of it, that actually sounds just batshit crazy. But I knew they would, and in a totally good way, too.

To quote one RG, of Boston fame:

... one word to The Boyz in the DC area via the blog-o-sphere, and she'll be more looked after than a sequined dress on Halloween in the Castro. We got your back girl.

That pretty much says it all. I've got a couple of non-cyber friends out that direction as well, which has always lent a bit of "just in case" security to the Bohemian being on the opposite coast. That security is feeling even stronger now. Knowing that people care and would be there if we really need it ... well, it makes things a little bit easier. Thanks boyz.