I apologize for the long time it has taken to update everyone on Neylan’s status. It has been a crazy week, cheap and both the mommy and I spent so much of our energy fighting with some of the nurses that we were too tired to write updates. Why were we fighting with nurses?
I got back to the hospital from Keene, and at some point in visiting Megan and Neylan, one of the nurses mentioned giving Neylan two IV antibiotics. One of these was a Penicillin type that gives Megan rashes and pretty much kills me every time I use it (It was a long time ago, and I am better now). We mentioned this to the nurse, just like we did to the other nurses in the ICN and PICU. Previously, the response was something along the lines of “let’s tell the doctor so he can change it.” This time the response was, “he has to take it,” “don’t worry, he is probably not allergic to it,” and when pestered continually for a few hours we were told, “we will see what the doctor has to say about that.” Turns out the doctor was more than willing to skip the penicillin, and the entire argument was unnecessary.

Even though I view this crisis as narrowly averted, the judge and jury of my mind have already tried and convicted the nurses involved of reckless endangerment, attempted manslaughter, negligence, contempt of me and anything else I can think of.

I’ll throw the sloth X-ray technician into my court to, for experiencing the effects of government regulation of the healthcare industry. Poor guy was so tired, he walked into the room gurgling out, “X-ray,” while stepping on Neylan’s stitched-in catheter. Neylan screamed.

Aside from a few shining stars I am certain that the pediatric wing is populated with worthless grunts who simply view their job as nothing more than a status symbol and something to pay the overly inflated medical school costs. Every time I come into the hospital, it is something new: central line failure, infection scare, trying to shove poison(poison, penicillin, same difference) directly into Neylan’s blood, refusing to feed him because doctor guy said so, finding out doctor guy didn’t say so, ignoring Neylan because of staffing issues, etc. It’s pretty frustrating being in keene,  66 miles away, knowing that there are issues with Neylan’s nurses. To be fair, the mommy says that the ones I have met are not the majority, and that the rest are not like that. In fact, today’s nurse has been very good, according to my wife. I am not there to see for myself, so that information does nothing to help my nerves. The coffee I drank this morning does not help either.

Today should be the day Neylan’s traction gets evaluated, and hopefully his feeding tube will be removed also. The supervisor said it probably was never needed. Aside from the surgery, he is a normal very healthy baby. That makes me feel good.