Later On

Just back from CHOMP, where I delivered to The Wife a nightgown, her iPhone cable to recharge it, and Blue Blood, which she’s been reading.

The hospitalist came by to see her—a new term to me, it means a GP who works at the hospital and sees patients whose PCP is not affiliated with the hospital. Some findings: she’s low in potassium because of her high fluid intake, and she’ll need potassium supplements (and/or eating foods high in potassium). He also thought that she would not need surgery, but she may not get home until Sunday.

In the meantime they’re continuing to soak her hand and redress and giving her antibiotics IV. The hospitalist said that there was no real reason she had to stay at the hospital: she could just come in twice a day for the treatment, but insurance will not pay unless the patient is an in-patient, occupying a bed. The insurance companies have a high degree of control over medical practice and (as you see) that control can be costly.

I had a list of food to get at Whole Foods, but then Nob Hill does have organic vegetables available, and so far as I know the CEO of Nob Hill doesn’t despise my values. So I got everything there.

Megs has been scratching a lot, so when she was lying relaxed by the sliding door, I petted her and also stealthily squeezed a tube of Advantage onto the back of her neck. She hates that stuff and immediately went to top-shelf hiding place in the closet to sulk. I just heard her get down and complain. She gets over her mad about Advantage in a few hours, and the fleas will all be dead by tomorrow.

So now I have to stay home this afternoon because Amazon sent my Bluetooth mouse as "Signature required." It’s a $34 item, after all. Can’t take any chances.