Friday, July 24, 2009

Exactly as unpleasant as it sounds...

So, The Boy's potassium levels were really, really high: 5.2, to be exact, when the normal amount is less than one. A particular medicine was given to him to take. The nurse came in with 5 full syringes; apparently, the dose for someone of his size is 48mL. That's a LOT of fluid. After it made him puke twice, we went to plan B.

B, of course, stands for butt. As in, The Boy has now received the first (and hopefully only) rectal medication during the course of his treatments. They don't do anything up there because of the somewhat obvious fact that shoving stuff up the pooper plus low platelet counts can be a REALLY nasty, messy, long-term problem. (Think a bleeding rectal abcess that lasts for the better part of 18 months, and you're on the right track.) But, they apparently decided that, since his platelet count was high and chemo was three (minimum) days away...

The nurse came in at 6:30 with a rectal syringe that was full of... well... what looked like a large Dunkin Donuts coffee with cream. (Now, that's an image I wanted. Ugh.) We woke him up (again), flipped him over, and shoved the syringe in and emptied it. Long story short, he was pooping liquid (deja vu) for a continuous 2 hours.

The glories of fatherhood. Love, snuggles, smiles, teaching your sons how to be men... and dealing with liquid poop exploding out at alarming speeds.

Did I mention that we're doing it again at 10:30? Meaning, we'll be changing those diapers again until around 1 or 1:30 in the morning?

I'm not pleased with Dr. Roberti right now. Not at all.

The monoxidil will be starting tonight or tomorrow. I pray that this gets The Boy's blood pressure under control. I'm really quite concerned... I even argued to start this hospital stay earlier than Dr. Roberti wanted, because 20mg more of the newest medicine wasn't going to lower his diastolic blood pressure from the 85's (where it's been for the last two weeks) to the 50's (where it needs to be).

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