Samsmom: Life, Joy, Loss and Loving your Mitochondria

The fight for what should occupy Samantha’s bladder has been a tough one. I have been gunning for one occupant and one only.

Pee….that is the only thing that should be in Samantha’s bladder.

Pee.

Samantha’s bladder on the other hand has been host to several nasties that we have been trying desperately to chase out. This last one was especially persistent and ended her up in the hospital. We WERE treating her for e-coli. While on treatment, another quiet, slow-growing little beastie decided to settle in and invited a couple sneaky friends.

When in the hospital, the doctors came in with two big-gun antibiotics, convinced they would do the trick.

“This will kill everything but the bacteria pseudomonas and the chances of her having pseudomonas are very slim.” They said confidently.

“Hook her in!” I said.

The next day our lovely Infectious Disease doc came in to talk to us. “We found out what bacteria is causing the infection…..

Pseudomonas.”

Are ya kidding me? The one thing we weren’t treating is the one thing she has? Stupid, nasty, pseudomonas.

So, we are now treating her with the right med and she is doing well. Due to her numerous unwanted, uninvited visitors, we are waging a full bladder war….cathing her daily and keeping her on prophylactic antibiotics.

I am a cathing queen. If their were a contest for the fastest cath I would enter it. Seriously.

Funny thing about prophylactic antibiotics…..Every time someone said the word prophylactic I would think of the only prophylactic I know…

A condom

Am I saying the word right? Maybe it’s a different pronouncation…are they saying prophylactic? I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to find out why they were using the same word as the word for a condom.

“So,” I said to the resident. “This might be an odd question. When I think of the word prophylactic, I think of…

A condom

….am I thinking of the right word?”

“Why yes,” She said keeping a perfectly straight face. “Prophylatic means to protect.”

Well of course! To protect! I feel a little better….and not nearly so dirty minded.

Wish us luck on our bladder ‘surge’! I’m donning my camo gear as we speak.