We’ve been moved to Josie’s new digs, and…Wow…it’s really something! We're in a bit of shock, but horror might be a better term.
This room totally bites the big one. I’m fine foregoing the great room for a normal one, but this isolation thing is for the birds. This room is a whopping 10’6"x11’ with just enough room for a bed and a chair and about two people…any more than that and it feels like a frat party. This is just about the size of the bathroom from our last place.

This is a serious stroke of bad luck for Josie. Henry just happened to be visiting when an ID doc took a quick peek at his skin as a favor. Well that let the cat out of the bag and the ID containment people love to freak out at the hint of a new bug. Josie’s exposure was minimal, and she’s been immunized, and she’s shown no symptoms, yet here we are in a storage closet for three weeks because of their cover-your-a__ policy…all the while the ID team saunters in and out of rooms with infected kids tracking bugs around all over the hospital. Sure they gown up and glove up, but they don’t put on pant covers, or shoe covers, or hats or stop breathing…and they don’t wash their faces when they leave. So I’m a little ticked at the hypocrisy of Josie’s isolation because of a seriously low probability of her infecting the hospital with chicken pox – but we can’t be too careful now can we. If only Henry’s visit were five minutes later. Now Henry’s all cleared up and Josie’s showing no signs of the virus. And I’ll be the very first the eat a big crow feast if she does come down with it. Of course because of the isolation we can’t have the other kids come visit any more (like there’d be room any way).
But other than that…we love it here! Everything is within arm’s length. I just hope I don’t have nightmares and wake up thinking I’m in the closet under the stairs on Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon’s got us pinned down. I’m hopin’ Hagrid comes to the rescue. But then I’ll really wake up and be in this real hospital isolation room which is better suited for a broom closet. In fact, I think the broom closet is actually bigger than this. - - -Enough of my rant already…
Josie’s feeling much the same today with the fever and high heart rate and the vomiting. Her bilirubin has crept above 7 now and is showing no signs of slowing. There’s still no clear-cut reason for the liver disease. We’re just hopeful that Josie’s liver cells are regenerating in the right architecture which would make for smooth sailing when she’s better, otherwise she’ll have cirrhosis where the liver replaces good tissue with fibrotic scar tissue…not good…but that worry’s way on down the road.
Josie’s Dermatomyositis is coming along nicely. Her symptoms are really improving and it appears the disease is being nicely held at bay, though it’s still active. Her dose of steroids has been dropped to a miniscule 1mg per day. She’s still getting her weekly or bi-weekly 375ml pulses but the daily has been well weaned and should end sometime soon. The surgeons are happy about that because the steroids are suppressing Josie’s ability to heal well. This is good news.
So now that we’re in this walled postage stamp we’re starting to put some real pressure on them to let Josie go home. We had lobbied for this back in October before the big surgeries but haven’t felt the serious home itch, nor thought it a good idea until now. We were all much more comfy in the other room…it was a fine place for Josie to get better with such a great environment. This room at 115 square feet really does blow — big time — and we’re certain home would be better for Josie than this spec of a room (it does have a lovely view of the Mississippi River gorge though, all griping aside).