It is 7:30 on Saturday night. The C/H just got daughter one to bed. Daughter two is a at a school event. I got back this morning from the Kaiser Hilton. On Thursday evening I was running a low grade fever. We were told by the oncologist to go straight to the ER if I ran a fever so that is what we did. Seth and Noey from next door came over and watched the kids until Mrs. Thomas could get here to spend the night. The C/H drove me down to the ER and they admitted us right away. It was all a haze to me since I took my Thalidomide when we got there and proceeded to fall fast asleep. Ignorance is bliss.
Woke up on Friday feeling just peachy but they didn't want to turn me loose until I pooped. I spent the day taking increasingly more powerful laxatives with the hope of going home to be with the family. Around four in the afternoon it was starting to look doubtful. So David dropped what he was doing to come down and relieve the chickenhawk.
It was funny in a pathetic sort of way. Each time the nurse would bring out the bigger laxative guns they would make a big deal about how I was bound to poop really soon. But I kept exceeding expectations. The last desperate try was a mineral oil enema at about 7 PM. I figured that would blast me out, but by 9:30 still no action. So we bivouaced for the night.
In the AM David scurried over to Starbucks and got me a Venti drip. While he was gone the nurse brought me some prune juice. The combo did the trick and we were on the road by about 9. I spent all day sleeping. I think I'll add prune juice to my morning routine.
I am home, on a new course of antibiotics and feeling a bit tired but no worse for wear and tear. Thanks to David Seth and Barbara for the last minute coverage.
Granny arrives on Monday. I am looking forward to seeing her, Chuck and their new dog Sophie.