
We actually got to go home on Saturday. Lucy had a great few days at home, carefully following the DONT precautions. She felt so good that it was hard not to stomp in the rain or ride her plasma car.
We struggled not to worry too much about another leak. Had to discipline myself not to look at her nose or ask her about every sniffle.
This morning around 5:30, Lu came in to tell us that she had noticed a funny taste, with drainage down her throat that seemed like a leak. That's right, Lu diagnosed herself with another leak.
We came to Egleston again and walked into the ER with Lu dressed up like she was headed to a party, pulling a polka-dotted backpack. I felt silly checking her in. The triage nurse said, "What's wrong with your child?" I said, "She has a CSF leak from her recent surgery." "How do you know she has a leak?" "I'm a doctor." I wasn't try to be a wise-guy, but I am worn out and wanted to cut to the chase.
The medical team mobilized and Lucy has gone back for a more extensive repair of the area in her nose where they accessed her brain before. AND
another lumbar drain. I asked if we were up to our free drain yet, since we had now done 3. Not yet...