Yesterday John was in a decent mood and not too uncomfortable. He had dropped 3 pounds and stayed awake for most of the hockey game, which may have been helped by the iced coffee I brought him.
This morning he went to the hospital for blood and platelets. I got there about 15 minutes after he did. He was sleeping. They hadn't started the blood transfusion. They finally did around 10:30. Those units drip very slowly. He was still being transfused at 2:30, was uncomfortable and very tired. He received platelets much later in the day. Around 5:30 or so they drew blood to check his blood counts. The nurse was to call John's PCP with the results before releasing him. It didn't take too long to get the results back, but the nurse tried reaching the doctor for about 45 minutes...paging, answering service, cell phone. Unusual because he usually returns calls pretty quickly, but hey, the guy probably has a life. Anyway, he called back and said it was okay to send him back to the nursing home. It was 7:30. John was totally beat and out of it. I felt so bad.
He's still losing weight...lost 4 pounds since yesterday and 2 1/2 inches off his belly. I hope it's the excess fluid. He is barely eating and I hope that's not why he's dropping weight. The downside to the heavy diuretics is they can be dehydrating which makes it pretty hard to start an IV. I could tell he was not having fun. Ouch.
I have an appointment with my ENT Monday. Last week I popped my jaw and it REALLY hurts. I don't know what I did. I was hoping the pain would subside but it hasn't at all. It does force me to chew slowly when eating and that can't be a bad thing, right?
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