We're back. No results from the biopsy, yet, but it's great to be back so soon. The biopsy itself went so smoothly that there was even a chance we could have come home last night, but then Anni's CBC showed that her hemoglobin had dropped again and she needed a transfusion before we could go. After the transfusion, Annika ended up feeling downright perky and I had to beg her to go to sleep before I fell over from exhaustion.
All in all, I'd rate this hospital stay as a 7 out of 10, with points being lost only because we had to share a room after Annika went up to the regular floor, and we haven't had anything but a private room in years, thanks to Anni's tendency to pick up all sorts of interesting, antibiotic-resistant bugs. Maybe moaning about a double room in the hospital sounds a tad spoiled, but don't judge me until you've had to spend a night in the sardine can that Children's Memorial Hospital likes to call a double room, 'kay? Also, we didn't actually complain anywhere but in our heads, because we had really quiet and considerate neighbors who didn't even say a word when the outline of my generous butt protruded through the separating curtain every time I gracelessly crawled out of Anni's hospital bed, giving her chest tube a paranoiacally wide berth, just in case my knee grazing across it should somehow manage to pull out both stitches and the two occlusive bandages holding it into her body. I don't know about you, but something about the phrase "collapsing lung" and "emergency button" tends to bring out my extra careful side.
But I have to admit, if this biopsy doesn't finally give us a diagnosis, I might just start the hunt for an old gypsy woman with a half-drunk cup of tea. The results might not be that reliable, but the accompanying music would probably be pretty great.