“Have you been hospitalized recently?” “No.” “You don’t have C. diff.”
I nodded, but she wasn’t a gastroenterologist, and anyway, I literally knew more about C. diff than she did.
Almost 30 percent of people who died of C. diff didn’t acquire it in a hospital, and over 20 percent didn’t have diarrhea.
Dr. Singh returned to the medication conversation, and as I half listened, I started thinking I might throw up.
My stomach really hurt now, like it was twisting in on itself,
like the trillions of bacteria within me were making room for a new species in town, the one that would rip me apart from the inside out.
The sweat was pouring out of me. If I could just confirm that case study.
Dr. Karen Singh saw what was happening. “Should we try a breathing exercise?”
And so we did, inhaling deeply and then exhaling as if to flicker the candle but not extinguish it.
She told me she wanted to see me in ten days. You can kind of measure how crazy you are based on how soon they want to see you back.
Last year, for a while, I’d been at eight weeks. Now, less than two.
On the walk from her office to Harold, I looked up the case report. That woman, she did have a fever.
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