WOW! What a Weekend

I'm sure you all remember from when you were reading my Saturday morning post (as opposed to the Saturday Evening Post) so intently how I said that I had had a rough week but was feeling better, in no immediate danger of throwing up any more.

Couldn't have been more wrong!

In fact, the vomiting continued shortly after my post and continued on. When I went to have my pump removed that morning they kept us for a few hours to pump in some fluids and some I.V. anti-nausea drugs. She told us I'd be feeling like a new person in a couple of hours.

Couldn't have been more wrong II!

The vomiting continued on all afternoon and evening. Every two or three hours. And I'm sure you can imagine how much fun that was when you really have nothing in your stomach to throw up. After that continued Saturday night, I called the doc Sunday morning. He called in a new prescription to try and said that should clear things up in a couple of hours.

Couldn't have been more wrong III!

When that didn't work I called him back again and he told me to come down to KU to be admitted. So, off we went. At this point -- according to Jenny -- I had uttered all of three, maybe four words and, according to Tim, spent a bunch of time moaning and groaning over the previous 48 hours. So we spent an exciting afternoon, evening and night at K.U. Med Center. They pumped in four liters of fluid and a host of different anti-nausea and steroid drugs. Finally, somewhere around midnight, they did something right and the vomiting finally stopped.

After I got through the night without vomiting, I got to eat a little bit Monday morning. When I held that down I got to eat a little more (we're talking feeding tube eating). And finally, by mid-afternoon I was feeling pretty OK. When the doctor came in mid-afternoon to discuss if they should release me or not, I kinda had to talk them into letting me go. Not a big stretch or anything, but they were contemplating keeping me another night for observation. But I'm not taking any big risks or anything by having come home. And, I know where they're at if something goes awry.

The BEST part of the conversation with the doc -- really -- was that the doctor apologized for they're letting me get as sick as I was. He said that never should have happened and they should have been more on top of things. He said this won't happen next time. That's what was the best part -- not the apology. Although the apology didn't suck or anything either.

Jenny and I certainly weren't excited about my being sick, but we really thought -- hey, I have cancer, I'm talking Chemo, I'm gonna be sick. Instead, we now know what to watch for and, if things start going bad next time, I know what to do so, hopefully, this won't happen again.

But, feeling much better tonight. Hopefully things will stay that way.