Another attending doctor has come into rotation--Bob Andrews. He is a very nice, gentle and grounded older gentleman who I liked immediately. He doesn't have the charisma of Manley, but as long as he instills confidence and calm in me, I'm satisfied.
Zoe seems to be back to her chipper and happy self, and she's having periods of time that she's so bursting with joy that she actually breaks out into happy laughter when she hears my voice.
Does a mama's heart good!
Her liver is still tender to touch and, as such, the doctor wants her to be on her new antibiotic for two weeks. It's still not quite clear what's causing the sludge in her ducts and her gallbladder to be inflamed, but they are calling it possible cholecystitis and treating it accordingly.
A friend of ours came to the hospital this morning and gave both Jeff and I an acupuncture treatment to help us with our exhausted, yet wire-y, states. Apparently Jeff had a very weak kidney pulse, and I had a very weak liver pulse. I can't remember the remedies for Jeff, but I'm supposed to eat red meat.
Apparently pork is not supposed to be the greatest for me.
But-- bacon!?
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