(This all took place two weeks ago - Nov 30th, I'm just catching up now.)
That evening I had a fever of about 100.5. Now it's common to get a mild fever when when udnergoing radiation treatment, and my reckoning was that the Haematoma from the fall had puhed it a bit higher. However, the bone marrow transplant handbook tells one to cotact the resident Haem-onc fellow when the fever gets too high, so after some 'discussion' with Rona (wives always look after our interests better than we do!), that is what I did - even though I knew with sinking heart what the upshot would be - that's the problem with having some medical knowledge - go to the nearest emergency room. The nearest one happened to be our community hospital Hillcrest, in retrospect I should have made the some what longer drive to the Clinic but then hindsight is always 20/20.
Matt drove me there and we arrived about 8.30 pm. At 12.30 am I got put in a room; at 1'3o am I saw the doctor. By this time my fever had disappeared, but the doc insisted on doing blood tests anyway. A little later a tech came to draw blood, which she did after a rather perfunctory skin prep. I ventured mildly that If she was doing a blood culture a more elaborate prep may be in order - it's amazing really how afraid most doc's are to push their weight around- but she assured me that she had preped with the very latest commercial gadget. My white count was negative, so they sent me home, arriving back at about 4.00 am.
On my way to the clinic on Wednesday (The 2nd) for radiation treatment they called me to say that my blood culture was growing something and they would admit me...
(to be continued)
Frank
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
commedy of errors 2
Im sure this is not original, but when I saw this cover,
I couldn't help but doing a little editing!
Frank
Commedy of errors
I have not written in my blog for the last two weeks and there is a good reason for this. A simple incidence led to a 'comedy of errors', and then the law of 'unintended' consequences, kicked in.
Ruth and Cassia went back home on the Sunday evening (Nov.29th.) My snoring must have been particularly bad on Sunday night, in any case Rona removed her self to the farthest corner of the house from our bedroom. Waking up at about 7am I decided to take a tub bath, which I do when I'm feeling particularly low or achy. I started the bath and promptly forgot about it. Now the upstairs bathroom is on a landing between two upstairs bedrooms, and the bath drew attention to itself by the noise of gently flowing water. Th tub had overflown, the water had worked its way out of the bathroom, onto the landing and had gently begun to run down the stairs like a nascent Niagara. "Oh my gosh" I said" I've got to clean this up before Rona finds out about it?" Actually those were not my words, but on a blog designed to be read by the whole family they will have to do.
I put my foot on the top step and slipped on the water. I put out my hand for the banister, but unfortunately, I had left some sheets there to be put a way. The net result was that I ended up at the bottom of the flight of stairs clutching some Martha Stewart patterned sheets, with a crash that awoke the whole house; and me wondering what bone I hadn't broken! Luckily none, but I did have a huge bruise over by left hip and buttock, Which later took 4 units of blood to replace!
By daughter Ruth suggested I should post a picture of it on this blog, but the same considerations that prevented me from posting my original language prevent me from doing this. No point in putting the younger female readers off sex for life, as a view of my scraggy ass would be sure to do!.
I will continue the saga a little later.
Frank
Ruth and Cassia went back home on the Sunday evening (Nov.29th.) My snoring must have been particularly bad on Sunday night, in any case Rona removed her self to the farthest corner of the house from our bedroom. Waking up at about 7am I decided to take a tub bath, which I do when I'm feeling particularly low or achy. I started the bath and promptly forgot about it. Now the upstairs bathroom is on a landing between two upstairs bedrooms, and the bath drew attention to itself by the noise of gently flowing water. Th tub had overflown, the water had worked its way out of the bathroom, onto the landing and had gently begun to run down the stairs like a nascent Niagara. "Oh my gosh" I said" I've got to clean this up before Rona finds out about it?" Actually those were not my words, but on a blog designed to be read by the whole family they will have to do.
I put my foot on the top step and slipped on the water. I put out my hand for the banister, but unfortunately, I had left some sheets there to be put a way. The net result was that I ended up at the bottom of the flight of stairs clutching some Martha Stewart patterned sheets, with a crash that awoke the whole house; and me wondering what bone I hadn't broken! Luckily none, but I did have a huge bruise over by left hip and buttock, Which later took 4 units of blood to replace!
By daughter Ruth suggested I should post a picture of it on this blog, but the same considerations that prevented me from posting my original language prevent me from doing this. No point in putting the younger female readers off sex for life, as a view of my scraggy ass would be sure to do!.
I will continue the saga a little later.
Frank
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