I may be the one with the seige mentality in this particular household but Sapphire's medical and pharmaceutical collection has become rather large in the past couple of months.
In the early days when we thought it was just gastro and a cold, we had a few boxes. Then, at her doctor's insistence, a thermometer to keep a check on her fever. Beyond two weeks, it was antibiotics. First try, second try, third try.
Then hospital (twice) and a fortnight at home with nurses coming three times a day to deliver a stronger antibiotic via IV.
Getting up forty five minutes before the arrival of the 6am nurse to take the IV fluid out of the fridge is getting old, especially when BBC, CNN and Sky news seem to only have the resources to cover three stories on the entire planet and do so over and over, repeating all three at ten minute intervals. The other alternative is the shopping channel, with the same 'AhhBra' advertisement featuring a woman with enough plastic surgery to resemble Miss Piggy spending over thirty minutes wittering on about what looks like a flimsy crop top.
Sapphire's literally 'on tap' and reckons that she's feeling better. Sort of.
Thanks to prompt 'production' and 'delivery', her stool samples have revealed that the stubborn bacteria has apparently disappeared but the stomach pains remain. She's ventured out twice this week for two hours at a time: once to have dinner with friends and the other to buy a Christmas tree; but the recovery period needed afterwards is twice that amount.
Soon after the above picture was taken she gingerly had a shower (I am required to duck in at the exact moment specified to put a plastic bag on her IV bandage) and was back in her jammies, lying down on the sofa in a tight ball.
The official cause might be gone, but we're told that the swollen intestinal wall and stomach lining is going to give her grief for a while longer yet. Here's hoping that she doesn't need to flex her gut muscles much over the Christmas break when she and I learn how to snow ski for the very first time. Or, at the very least, she has one full day without having to bend over double for any reason other than to fasten her snow shoes.