I was able to escape the hospital Saturday to Sunday because Jay relieved me for the night. I managed to do some overdue cleaning at home, I couldn't take sticking to the floors one more minute. I also squeezed in a nice long run, and it couldn't have been any more beautiful out.
Nathan managed to trip while goofing off, those were his words, and pull his IV out of the vein. The meds were administering in his dermis and Nathan said it was hurting. That makes 4 IV's in 4 days.
Last night I had to get the tegaderm removed because he is allergic and I knew it. He started breaking out in a rash where it covered his IV. I'm certain his picc line will be covered by tegaderm as well but I'll have to get it replaced by a paper covering.
He had to peak and trough blood draws last night for his tobramycin levels after 10:30 pm. I don't remember the time of the second draw. Poor boy looks like a pin cushion. I am thankful he barely woke for either blood draw. I was really annoyed it had to be the evening dose but I guess it worked out for the best because he would probably would have been upset during the day.
He has been NPO since midnight and is still awaiting his picc procedure. I almost pulled a Terms of Endearment, that's for you Becky, because the doctor said he wouldn't be going down until later this afternoon. Really? He has been asking me for food all day. He wants grandpa to hurry up and bring his spongebob mac and cheese, he wants me to go get him "just one cookie", he is "really, really hungry", he told me "when people don't eat, they die". It breaks my heart to deny the boy who rarely eats any food so I am NPO with him for solidarity. No food for either of us, I'm cheating with spark and coffee, but I am starving. My poor little fella.