A pair of these little beauties would be perfect for Mike today as they are fitted around the knees. I'm sure you don't need an explanation of the reasons why. Poor Mike was up and down the corridor last night, clutching his baby wipes to his chest. It was just as well that he didn't have a drip stand to drag with him, or there may have been a rather embarrassing situation on the way. They tried to force one on him (a very heated discussion took place after I had left) as one of the doctors had prescribed IV fluids 1 every 4 hours during the night but we had spoken to another doctor regarding Mike's reaction to too much fluid and he had agreed on 1 in 10, the fact they put it up at 1 in 4 and pushed Mike's blood pressure up, didn't stop them wanting to put up a second bag, hence the "discussion"!
Mike learned today exactly why the melphalan has the side effects that it does. It seems that it destroys the lining of the digestive tract from start to finish. From mouth to bum. As a result the digestive system is unable to absorb water which results in the inevitable runny stuff. He is however still waiting for the martians to land (possibly day +7?). Mike's nausea seems be under control and he is eating OK.
Mike has a new "neighbour", who arrived as I sat here writing the blog, who seems to have an even worse chest infection than the chap who left yesterday. Oh boy.
Now I don't want you all think that we are obsessed with green, but as you can see my current knitting is well, green!
|No it isn't an elephant sock|
I have to confess that since watching Nico on TV just before Christmas I've been feeling rather odd. I keep looking at wool and my old store of cross-stitch books and bead box. You see in a previous life, when the kids were young I often used to whip up a cross-stitch card or a pair of earrings between breast feeds. In fact I searched out an old set of earrings and matching necklace to visit Mike this afternoon:
I think I need a lie down.