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Show 176 She looks me in the eyes and says, "Trying to add some excitement to a boring day, huh?" "I guess so," I whisper. I do not have the muscles to laugh. I am praying for the muscles to keep filling my lungs with air. She is leaving orders concerning what is now to be done and when she should be notified and I am wheeled into a nearby room. The nurse does not leave. It must be after office hours now and Dr. Chappie is coming through the door. I am regaining my strength once again and my voice is back. "Don't scare me like that!" Dr. Chappie is half-joking, and I feel free to agree that I was also scared. "Maybe we've just got too much Baclofen running, now that the system is installed correctly," she is saying, programming the pump to a lower dosage. I am agreeing with that premise, remembering how many times Dr. Jessop kept turning up the dosage, trying to cover my overpowering symptoms of stiffness without first troubleshooting the catheter. I am more stiff than flaccid now and Dr. Chappie has lowered the dosage considerably. |
