I am happy to say that Namine’s PICC line is finally out. It was a fairly uneventful process, with one minor hiccup. Namine never ceases to amaze me.
Man plans and God laughs.
— Yiddish Proverb
After text messages, phone calls, and more phone calls, we finally know what’s going on. Maybe.
Jessica and I have spent a good portion of the evening – now, the morning – on the phone. It seems that our understanding that Namine’s last dose of vancomycin was this evening at 8:00 is incorrect. But even that is not for sure.
Sometimes when Namine scoots around a lot, she scoots her pants down, and they need to be pulled up. “Daddy, my bitches fell down!” “You mean your britches?” “Yes, my bitches. Can you pull my bitches back up?”