As I speak, The Wife and The Boy are at the hospital right now. His temperature stayed high all night and was over 99 this morning (remember, add one because it's taken under the arm), so The Wife took the day off of work and took him to the hospital. Last week was my week, this week is her's... unless we need to take him back tomorrow, in which case it'll be my day, because she's taking him for chemo on Thursday.
Basically, what I understand is that his hemoglobin levels are still low, and his white blood cell count is 6800 - which I don't understand. I don't know if that's good or bad - I'm sure The Wife will clarify that in comments. They gave him antibiotics through his port, but they discovered that the port is clogged - so, while they have him hooked to an IV for fluids, they have some medication working its way inside the port to clear the clog.
Makes sense, if you think about it. Here's this plastic thing inside his body, going right into blood vessels. Our bodies want to seal that stuff off and resume normal function; heparin is the drug that they give through the port to prevent that from happening. But, it is not uncommon for things to get clogged.
Anyway, I'm still at work, so - if you know how high-strung I am - you know that it's serious but not THAT serious. They're going to be there for a couple more hours, which means that I might join them after work. Or, I might go home. It depends. Text messages seem to get through occasionally, so I should find out if she wants me at the hospital or not.
It's also a measure about how serious I think this is, if I'm contemplating going home and getting housework done instead of going to the hospital to join them. If she's got it under stress-free control, then I might go home, mow the lawn, prune the rosebushes, put away the laundry and vaccum the upstairs without having to dodge baby.
Does that make me a bad person? I don't think so. I'm just concerned that, if the grass gets much longer, we'll be dodging lions and gazelles living in the high grass.