Today we had an appointment with the Children’s Hospital to look at Andres’ wrist. A year ago he had a septic arthritis of the wrist, an internal infection. It was very painful for him. His doctor thought it was a dislocated elbow and tried several times to snap it back into place. Late that day, we decided to take him to emergency hospital because he was yelling non-stop and his deputy doctor advised it. At first, they also diagnosed a dislocated elbow, and it took the keen knowledge of another lady doctor to detect that that wasn’t correct. Several blood tests, X-ray’s and many hours later, they told us it was an infection and Andres would have to stay in hospital for about 2 weeks. That was in the wee hours of the morning, after we’d spent most of the night in waiting rooms and doctor’s inspection rooms.
After two weeks in hospital on antibiotic infusion, we finally returned home. During those two weeks there was an MRI made, more X-Rays, an operation to first test for pus, then clean out and remove it, an infusion-point near his collarbone, a bout of stomach flu which successively spread to the whole family and a friend who visited us (Nora virus was on the rampage at that time – v e r y infectous!), and Annewien taking her own therapy very badly.
Luckily, mom thrust herself upon us and took a flight from Alicante to help us out.
A year later, Andres’s wrist is fully healed. It turned out that Pneumokokken bacteria were to blame. What a victory for Medicine and the Doctors and Nurses who did so much for him. I’m endlessly thankful.