Labs and More Dragons

This story sucks. With great anxiety surrounding the labs – they finally came in and the Doctor tells Cathy bedside – your numbers are great – the chemo is debunking the cancer.

Yeah. The problem is we do not understand why you have not gained more mental acuity after being off pain meds for almost a whole day.

Another day passes and frankly Cathy is still on planet mars. She is not the joking Cathy we enjoyed in the ICU.

We need to do an spinal tap to make sure we don’t have an infection or cancer in the spinal fluid.

All the while we deal with this drama – Cathy’s swallowing is not getting better. She cannot swallow water without getting choked. So the tube remains but it get worse – she is not tolerating tube feeding well and throwing up is routine. They have done every scan and test imaginable to make sure digestive tract is not blocked and works.

If this girl could get one break it would be nice.

So the spinal tap team shows up and we go to some lengths to get her positioned right. This was an awful experience. The son of a bitch can’t seem to get it and poor Cathy has thrown up on her side several times. What a site - patient horizontal on her side, but mostly face down throwing up – me husband trying to keep her face out of it while it pools in the bed, nurse 2 holding patient, nurse 3 handing me towels and rags to clean up vomit, keep girl from drowning in it. The doctor seems nervous - I am not sure I can get it, maybe we should not try again. Me – No Doctor – you will. We have a shit ton invested in this event and you will try again. He could not get it. Son of a bitch, what an awful ordeal.

Soon we are visited by the nurse practioner – from what I have seen here, the NPs get the dirty jobs. The Unpleasantries. The news of course is a special intervention radiology spinal tap will have to be done and that will not happen till Monday of course which means we won’t know shit till probably Christmas - and you know how that goes.  If you think things move slow in a hospital on weekends, wait till you see a hospital during the holidays. This is going to be fun.  Its 3:30 in the morning as I write this – the damn O2 monitor is faulty and wont let anyone rest and Cathy thinks we need to clean the walls in the hospital room. So – there is no resting. I think I will go find a 24 hour grocery and buy some more instant coffee…… because they wont let me get coffee from the nourish station because my wife had a UTI and we are on some weird contact order. This fucking place –