October 21, 2011

. . . part two continues after an extended delay, much like the second half of those two-parter made for TV movies that you never end up watching. I tried Cipro for two and a half weeks, but it seems that it lost it's magic. The only benefit? It cleared up my raunchy breath, and the city of Toronto celebrated this minor feat.

Back at TGH, I learned that apparently no one at exercise rehab actually coughs--or coughs very much. As a result of this, after a few days of making a scene with my lovely, constant hack, one of the therapists dropped heavy hints that I should toss my hopes that Cipro would work again and revisit St. Mikes. Not wanting to be a disobedient little listee, I complied. Within 48 hours I had a quick appointment, PICC line inserted, and Homecare set up just in time for Thanksgiving weekend.