* Last night things looked bad. VERY bad. Hotter was satting in the low nineties on six liters of humidified oxygen, CT scans were showing possible fluid build-up around the donor kidney, and he sounded...well, I'll spare him a public sharing of the details, but he sounded awful, y'all.
* I made myself a stiff drink and went to bed, where for the first time in almost a week I slept eight hours straight.
* While I was passed out, Hotter was getting his act together in a big way over at Local Teaching Hospital; last night's MRI showed NO fluid around the kidney, decreased fluid around the liver (to the point where they're no longer worried about that), and he is now OFF oxygen support entirely (with a pulse ox of 95, which isn't great but is better than he was managing on an arse-load of oxygen yesterday).
* At this point he is still there because a) they want to see how it goes when he eats something, which aside from some ramen on Sunday he hasn't really done since Thursday and b) before they have him eat something, they want to do a few more tests including an ultrasound of his abdomen, because when one of their peeps falls apart in such spectacular fashion the transplant team likes to leave no stone unturned (for which I applaud them--I want ANSWERS and when I do bring Hotter back home I want to feel reasonably certain he won't pull another boomerang on us and have to go right back in via the godawful Local Teaching Hospital ER).
* If today's test results are all good, Hotter is hoping they'll send him home tomorrow. He sounded crabby and rather put out about being at Club Med today, which is always a good sign.
* I haven't been able to find it in myself to care about this even a little bit until today, but right before Hotter went back in-patient my lodging arrangements for BlogHer kind of fell apart, and apparently that trusting the universe thing is still crap if you're me. The universe is still a cunt. So please let me know if you need a roommate (I'm fine with sharing a bed or hell, I'll sleep on the floor!), and also let me know if you're trying to acquire a full conference pass, because I'm starting to think my getting to BlogHer this year is a lost cause (dammit).
* My mother-in-law. Lord, y'all. The very least I can say about her right now is that she promised Hotter she'd come down here to see him, but then remembered that it's been 6,000 miles since her last oil change, refused to let Loud and Crazy (my brother-in-law) change her oil (which he is perfectly capable of doing, mind you, it's not that he isn't), and then refused to let Loud and Crazy take her car to Big and Scary (my other brother-in-law, who is a professional mechanic) and let HIM do it, and that is her official reason for not coming to visit her son in ICU: she is overdue for an oil change. Discuss!
ETA: Well, shit y'all. I just spoke with one of the surgeons and the chief radiologist reviewed Hotter's MRI from last night and determined that they ARE concerned about the fluid around the liver, it has NOT decreased (although it has also not INCREASED dramatically, which is kind of the best possible worst-case scenario), and it is, in fact, bile. Which is undesirable to have leaking in your abdominal cavity. They're leaving him NPO and doing an ERCP this afternoon to figure out whether the bile is coming from one of the ducts they clipped during surgery or from the liver itself (which is what they currently suspect). If that is in fact the case they're going to have to open his incision back up, wash him out, possibly do some minor repairs, and place a drain. He is NOT coming home tomorrow but at least they're closer to figuring this out?