3/5/09

I don't know how someone who has to visit the hospital this often can get addicted to watching Scrubs. He's been non-stop for days and days now. Oh, no .. I take that back ... just got back from getting my tea and he's run out of Scrubs and is now doing The Office marathon. Eeek! He must be missing work :-)

The Great Hiccup Episode finally ended after a 36-hour stretch of constant hiccuping. Needless to say he's got sore muscles from that. He's also shell shocked. Any time I even say the word, he gets a little panicky. 

Today was a non-eating day. I had to convince him food was a good idea. Not that he was icky-belly or anything. He just wasn't getting signals from his body to seek and absorb food. 

This also a sleepy day. He woke up late, spent the day in a daze, and is about to stumble off to bed finally soon. It's funny. I can tell sleepy from grumpy because of his hat. Actually quite a bit of his emotions are revealed in how he's wearing his hat. 

Sometimes he pulls it way down tight as far as the edge will go and I know he's not feeling well. If it gets pulled even further down to cover his actual neck, he's really not doing good and he's cranky. Or he pulls it all the way tight, then folds the edge way up which usually means he's alert and ready for trouble. If it's just kind of sitting there and all bunched up on the top like a Smurf, I can tell he's tired and wants to be left alone. The secret language of knit caps, eh?

One more day of shots tomorrow (and labs/blood). Then he gets a three-day weekend before doing all of this again. We've got to make an appointment with the radiology department next so they can check him out and set him up for radiation therapy appointments that start next month. I am imagining a doctor in a lab coat with a giant set of calipers measuring his head ... not at all like Frankenstein of course :-)