Back from the big city hospital today. Heather is off the vent, her kidneys are putting out fluid, but she is still pretty puffed up. At the rate she is passing water (12# worth today) she should be about back to normal in a few days. Feeling miserable, but we had a chance to laugh and I fed her some Jello, her big cuisine for the day.
The doctors had never seen an anaphylactic reaction to albumin before, even in a big place like the University hospital. They went so far as to pull all the bottles of albumin from the same batch to test for anything out of the ordinary. She had the classic symptoms of hives, drop in BP, increase in HR and shortness of breath. So now she is getting slowly weaned off the fluids and the needed cardiac meds to get her heart pumping more efficiently. She asked me "why does it always have to be ME that is the one-in-a-million?". Don't know, but she is the toughest chick I have ever met...
And on a happy note, she has connected with a nice guy from her high school days, and he is coming over to see her as often as possible. Of all the crazy times for a relationship to occur! The last one was a first class jerk, and needs seriously to be shown the bottom of a canal with a chain around his neck. Oops, did I say that? Sorry... Kinda amazing that a really good fella shows up right in the middle of all this transplant crisis!
So on we go. The bad news I had to tell her is that since she had this episode, she goes right back to the beginning of her three-month post-op rehab period. Now she won't be home till Fall. No matter, get it right the first time and come home with it all working.
And she still has the pink cheeks and wonderful colour all over. Good signs...