During morning rounds, we learned a bit more about TSS and the after-effects. We were also told that she’s progressing really well and we’re looking at a Friday/Saturday discharge. Then a physical therapist stopped by and took her for a walk, her first physical activity other than walking to the bathroom since Saturday. After that, the hospital teacher made an appearance to get Deysi’s school information to help get her caught up on work. She went for a second walk with the occupational therapist in the afternoon and then all the physical activity, the helplessness, the loss of strength, all of it, took its toll, and she wanted to go home so bad.

She wasn’t the only one finally reaching the end of her rope. Three times I tried to go get food at the cafe on the first floor. The first time, I forgot my credit card. The second time, credit card reader wasn’t working and I didn’t have cash (I only took my credit card, not my whole wallet), the third time I was successful. But I also left my water bottle behind in the Uber. I immediately called the guy through Uber and asked him to drop it off, but he never got back to me. The struggle to get food and not having my water bottle sent me over the edge. I knew that neither one was the actual problem, but they were the immediate reasons for crying. Funny how our brains work.

I almost told the wrestling team not to come, but I held out hope that they’d perk her up. I was right. Initially, the girls weren’t sure what to think. That was probably the quietest I’d ever seen those two girls. I don’t think they were truly prepared to see Deysi all hooked up to lines and machines. Once she started showing off her war wounds and her picc line, they loosened up and were able to giggle and be goofy. Deysi managed to get up and do their little dance with them towards the end of their visit and then gave them a rousing motivational speech that made Colton (their coach) proud. All in all, we ended on a good note!

Today, we were once again told to expect a weekend discharge. She’ll start oral antibiotics either this afternoon or tomorrow, which will get her closer to discharge. 

This will likely be my last post on CaringBridge as, after this, there really won’t be any major updates other than going home. Thank you each and every one for the ways in which you helped. I wish I could thank you all individually, but it’s impossible. We could not have gone through this without you, our tribe, helping us through. Thank you and we love you. ❤️