Father's Day

Mick is in the hospital again.  He slipped on the stairs on Tuesday, and wouldn't bear weight on his left foot.  I took him to the Dr on Wednesday.  This  Dr "worked" his leg up and down, from foot and ankle, and Mick didn't show any signs of pain, so, since there was no bruising or swelling, the Dr suggested that maybe Mick just "remembered" the pain he felt when he fell.  He didn't want to x-ray his foot unless necessary, so he told me to bring Mick back on Friday if he still wasn't using his foot.  On Friday, his foot was swollen, and I brought him in for x-rays.  The x-rays showed no break, but the swelling was alarming to the Dr (a different one, this time), so they admitted him and put him on IV antibiotics and did blood work, looking for cellulitis, or possible osteomyletis (bone infection).  He has now been in the hospital for 3 days, and we still don't know what is wrong with his foot.  They will do a bone scan tomorrow to see if he does, indeed, have osteomyelitis.  Mick has been a trooper through it all.  Never once did he cry or fight the nurses when they were drawing blood!  He is getting a bit grumpy at having to be in the hospital, though, and he isn't happy about having his arm on a board to support his IV site.  It's itchy, I think.  Tim and I have been taking turns staying with Mick, and I am making dinner to bring up to the hospital so that we can have a Father's Day picnic in Mick's room.  I just wish we could bring Mick home, and return to the hospital when he needs his meds and tests.  But, I know they are being super cautious, and I can't complain about that.  I was reading about osteomyelitis on the Internet last night.  I also learned that people with Down Syndrome are more prone to infection, and I am sure that is why they are being extra vigilant about diagnosing him.  I just want him to get better and come home.  The kids are excited to be going up to see him, but I know it will be hard for Mick to see Tim and them go home.  Sigh.