Prison Break

We sprung Brynn from the hospital after a seven-day stay — about a week early. She rolled out with a stylish, peripherally-inserted-central-catheter (picc) line installed. And a laundry list of medications. 

Post-op picc line & bronchoscopy
As far as we can ascertain, a run-of-the-mill case of bronchiolitis gained entry to her lungs around Christmas, and found them suitable to over-winter, while a fungus leapt in there and capitalized on the situation. After six weeks of coughing, her docs checked her into the hospital. A week passed and we sprung her late Monday.
If all goes well, we’ll continue to bombard these squatting microorganisms with an arsenal of meds and the doctors at Johns Hopkins will yank the picc line from her arm next week. Aside from the tubes and tape fixed to her limb, there’s no evidence that she’s sick. She’s energetic, engaged and happy. All smiles.
picc line
To those who’ve emailed and phoned in recent days, I intended to personally reply to all of you, but life continues to intrude. Your words, even a quick “hello,” have been greatly appreciated.
In the future, I’m relocating Brynn updates to my facebook page. Facebook has been an animal I’m loathe to embrace, but will now accept. I do not want this blog to decline into a harbor of medical updates or cystic fibrosis factoids. 
Though Brynn is a castmate of farm life, I hope to reclaim that which is funny and farmy: unruly kids, livestock, mud, stink bugs, a loony dog and the host of other oddities who make this blog tick.
Enthralled by “Man vs Food” on the Travel Channel