So Mom had this really nasty gastrointestinal bug called C. Difficile, difficile being French for difficult, since it’s a bear to get rid of. After one course of Flagyl, she tested negative. Fingers crossed she stays that way.
It seemed to me, a hospital would be better equipped to deal with … er … the side effects of a gastro bug. Seemed to me it would be easier to keep her environment sterile there. But guess what? Turns out they don’t hospitalize for C.Diff anymore, unless blah blah not my mom.
The ER where I took her twice (once they said she was dehydrated; the second time they said I was probably giving her too much water) gave me a paper on dealing with C.Diff. The home health angels her doctor ordered for her gave me more paper. But the internet gave me the best working advice.
Here’s what we did.
I changed her sheets every couple of days and her clothes and nightwear daily and washed them in hot water with bleach added. I took up her bathroom rugs and took her towels and washcloths and washed them in hot bleach water. She and I used paper towels to wash and dry. We washed our hands often and long.
I bought bleach spray and wiped down everything she touched. The pole that holds her feeding pump, her cane — I wiped everything down with bleach. Everywhere she sat had plastic protecting it. The clothes hamper where I put her stuff before taking it to the laundry room I sprayed with bleach.
So far, I don’t have it, Charlie doesn’t have it, and she tests negative for it. Now we have an appointment to have the rugs cleaned just to be on the super-duper safe side before anybody visits.
Her water bill and her electric bill were sky high for the month from all the washing, but man is it worth it!
I end this unappetizing post by directing you to Fatal Foodies, where I’m sharing an unappetizing dish Charlie made out of an ingredient I painstakingly prepared.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a character fighting a dreadful infection.