Monday, April 20, 2009

Blarch.

No results on the chest x-ray yet. We had an antibiotic, a reasonably successful port access (albeit on the second attempt), and difficultyimr getting Tylenol into the poor kid. The secret, this time? small little bits, patience, and a half hour.

There's a transfer and a release that need to be done before The Boy will get a room. Hour and a half? Sigh. So much for getting six hours of sleep before a BIG day tomorrow.

To make matters better, the gaping hole in my back that used to be a cyst is leaking all over the place. I'm glad I changed into an old, dark t-shirt.

1 comment:

the mol said...

It looks like a gunshot wound, seriously.

You should say something like, "You should see the other guy."