2000
| September 5, 2000 Needless to say, the CT scan was postponed. He said no. Wanted a day off. They will do that tomorrow. He walked with PT (Physical Therapy) and was on the computer. He ate - sort of. 1/4 of a frozen food entrŽe he likes normally. I got this report while I was at work sorting out the fact that people at work were ordering the OLD advanced chip notes while prepping the NEW advanced chip lecture. Slightly out of sync. Not only that, but they were messing up my next class as well. Good thing I checked for I teach Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday next week. I tackled e-mail (lots) and paid my bills (most of them) and sorted out the new house tenant and the repairs bills for the San Diego house. A little more and I can be so far in dept that I will never get things paid off! Or I will be working till I am 70! Depressing! I got files sorted and set up to start running new labs (0.18 micro library). I contacted the business unit to get reviewers. I checked on and confirmed my teaching schedule - every other week except the week in Houston and the last two weeks of December. I will book plane tickets tomorrow - after I confirm with Troy what time he can get out of bed and what time he needs to be there. I told RT I was still planning on bringing my son along. If not, he will have to live with his brother for a week. And his brother will have to get him over to the hospital. Complicated. He can't drive himself (even if he completed his license - he has the permit) because of the Demerol. Can't drive on that drug. Not for at least two hours. I drove over to the hospital through the end-of-day traffic. Fortunately, all the weird accidents (truck embedded in an overpass, a roll-over, and a big rig with tires on fire) were not on El Camino. It took an hour to wake him up. I got him up for a shower - his feet hurt. He wouldn't walk with me. He was groggy. He had been sleeping and I had to drag him up. And he was crabby. I think that's a good sign. Normal teen-ager behavior. His skin is better - but he is back on three antibiotics now because of the positive test. Something grew in a culture. They did new blood draws. [At 48 hours - nothing yet.] His hands are shredding as the skin peels off and this bothers him. I massage his hands with cream. I fed him 1/2 can of Campbell's hearty chicken noodle soup. I will bring more tomorrow. He drank grape juice - two packages - and a can of 7Up. No ice cream. I am booking the flight for Houston - $444 for each of us. I insist. The carrot - he needs goals. He may be in the hospital for his birthday on the 12th. I find that horrid. His fevers are down. Which means, we are wining the war with the fungus. His counts are at 2400 and his platelets counts are at 66,000. This means he is coming back from chemo and will be able to resume chemo soon. This is good since he is in remission at this point and we want to keep him there. His feet turn red when he stands up - because he didn't get out of bed for so long. This too shall pass. I try to convince him to let me go home early because I am dead tired. He says no. I wants me here to launch at the doctors. Seems we get a faster response when Momma is on the warpath. Advocate. A patient's advocate. A whole new profession opens up. Now I am a Mommy weapon. Launches at will. Primed and ready. Highly explosive. |
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