Wife on steroids.

Maggie is much better. Phew.

If you go to the hospital, bring an advocate. Bring someone who will politely(!) talk to the doctors and nurses about what they are doing and why. Don’t be a prick. I repeat: don’t be a prick. Regardless of how competent or incompetent the people are, you’re going to need them on your side.

This is the advice that was given to me, and boy... it's dead on.

Case in point. Maggie was in the hospital. She was sent home with steroids and benadryl. They didn’t work. She was in the hospital again the next day, really fucked up this time, and they put her on an IV drip of more powerful steroids. And benadryl. But they said they’d switch her to Atarax.

So, they go to send us home, since the IV steroids were working very well, and they gave us a prescription for the SAME USELESS MEDS that didn’t work the first time. We said, “Do you think that’s a good idea?” The doctor said “Well, we can send her home with a prescription for what we’d give her if we admitted her to the hospital.

“Good idea,” we said.

While her physical symptoms are a lot better, I gotta say: These steroids made Maggie a little wacky. The doctor actually said “I have to warn you [pointing at Maggie]… or rather, I should really warn YOU [pointing at me] that these drugs can make you loopy.”

Look. This is my blog, so I’m gonna just say it. Maggie was wacked. She was up all night doing stuff, marching around the house. She was really hard to talk to, quick to anger, and generally nutty. Honestly, seeing her like THAT was harder than seeing her covered in hives.

The last time I talked to her, she seemed a bit better. We have a babysitter tonight, so I’m going to go play Paddle Tennis. Even though I’m exhausted, I could use the exercise.

Love to all. Even you, the nurse who doesn’t like people from “our town.”