You may ask what in the world is that? Well it is a very resistant bacteria that got into my urinary tract. Ecoli lives within us, this is not something I picked up at a bad restaurant. I have dealt with UTI’s all my life. You may remember that two years ago I had 9 UTI’s in one year. There is always a risk in taking antibiotics. They can create resistancy to the bacterias. This is exactly what has happened to me.
On Monday, September 8th, I began to feel bad. I was fussy at the dinner table and normally I am not. By the time I went to bed I was hot. Mom took my temperature and it was 99.8. Mom decided to leave it alone and see if it would go up. At midnight I was fussing again and mom took my temperature and it was 103.4. I never get high fevers like this and this made my parents worry. By Tuesday morning it was obvious that I was not feeling well. My temperature was not coming down. Mom and MJ began to get everything together to leave for San Jose.
We ended up taking the 5pm ferry. Mom called Jonathan who draws my blood and Carmen who is really great at catheterizing me. Both of them agreed to meet us at Krystal’s at 8 pm. Mom did not waste another minute to get the lab work started. My PCR came back high at 37 and the rest of my numbers did not look so bad but my urine sample was dirty. It takes up to three days to determine what bacteria is growing in my urine. This is always the hardest part, waiting to see what bacteria is messing with me. While waiting I am not feeling any better. My fever keeps skyrocketing and three times now I have hit 104. With a fever that high seizures are always at risk. Always…. Unbelievably I did not have a seizure during this time of high fever.
On Thursday afternoon Dra. Castro called my mom and told her she needed to bring me to ER. She said that the bacteria I had was very bad and resistant to all beta lactames. The only drug that is going to kill this bacteria is Menroprenem and this is only administered by IV. This was devasting news to my parents. My mom had originally thought we would be going back home and taking oral antibiotics. Now I have to be admitted to the hospital for 8 days. I have to be put under anesthesia in order for a PICC line to be put in so that it will last the 8 days I am in the hospital. Mom had a hard time with this, I have been so healthy as a matter of fact this is my first UTI in two years. I guess if I had to have one it had to be a doozy!
Mj and Mom started packing again, and we were to meet Dra. Castro at 6pm in ER and at 8pm I would get my PICC by Dr. Navarro. When we arrived to CIMA a few things had changed. The anethesiolgist that works with Dr. Navarro and knows me was not available so Dr. Navaroo decided that he wanted to wait until the morning to put in the PICC as he only wanted the best for me. He was able to succeed and put a small IV in my hand so that I could begin to receive antibiotics. I really needed for that fever to go down. We went up to my room for the next 8 days and said hello to all the nurses and doctors who know me.
Tomorrow morning is my surgery. I hope I get better soon. I have a big party in Texas coming up really soon!
Love Malia