Special skills

I think the next time I apply for a job, I’ll include drug pusher and vomit cleaner as special skills.  D and are now certified to administer all sorts of IV-based anti-psychotics – who knew they doubled as anti-nausea meds – and pain meds.  We’re also pushing IV nutrition and saline (Craig can no longer eat or drink).  …Nothing like being responsible for all things life-sustaining.   D and I have a fairly low baseline for success:  if he ain’t dead, well, we’ve succeeded.  Craig may have a different take.  We like to throw around a few ‘whoopsies’ for good measure.  I’m sure the patient-safety guru is less than impressed that the two most scatterbrained of the bunch are handling Craig’s care.  Diane left today leaving it all up to me. ;) I can dig it. In other news, we’re finally out of the hospital!  Aw, but not so fast.   We had to spend another 10 hours there yesterday in order to fix Craig’s hickman line (in the chest for chemo/nutrition).  As D likes to say, I’d love to meet the numbnuts who put it in to begin with.  Not only was his hickman catheter practically dangling between his legs, the doctors failed to stitch it in tight enough, allowing even more length to tunnel out.  I’m sure we could have played double-dutch had we tried.  He now has a tighter, shorter version which they used for chemo this morning.  They wouldn’t infuse him yesterday until they could drawback blood to make sure the catheter was still in a vein. No blood drawback, hence the new hickman.   He has more energy today, and able to walk around on his own a bit more.  Heck, at this point, we’ll take anything!   We’re crossing our fingers we can go the weekend without another hospital visit.  Personally, I feel a bit more wind at our backs.  Things can always change, but I’ve got my rally cap on for good things to come. -- J