Its 3 am and I'm in the hospital. The slow, rhythmic whir and click of the pump is somewhat of a comfort to me. It takes me back to when I was stronger. When I was there with my brother and dad. It's not nearly as impressive as my dad's or brother's IV pole which had two rows of pumps and countless bags. But when the doc pulled out Zosyn, I knew I was much, much sicker than I realized. I only saw Zosyn being used in the ICU and at MD Anderson.