With every high there is a low, with every to there is a fro…

Emily came over this afternoon to spend some time with Craig.  I took the time to head to Barnes and Noble for the latest Economist, and catch a nice bite to eat at the Rock Bottom Grill (and this time not next to the kitchen!).  A few hours later, I arrived home to find C in the bathroom, so I checked in with E on how the evening went.  Once he emerged, he passed by me shaking, and headed for the bed.  He tipped over slightly just as he reached the bedside.  I haven’t seen him have balance problems before, so that was a new one.  He crawled into bed shaking, and I was just about to take his temperature when he vomited.  His eyes looked so scared; this was the worst I’ve seen him.   It looked like he vomited a few specs of blood, though not enough to be concerned.  This may simply reflect a slight irritation of his gut from all the retching.  Anyhow, I just checked his temperature, which was normal, though he had a temp of 101 earlier today.  One would think his temps would go down, if bronchitis was, indeed, the culprit.  His temps may simply be the result of his cancer, which is a tad disconcerning.  I’ll continue to keep an eye on his symptoms, and if they continue to worsen, well, back to the hospital we go.  ...And that's what makes the world go round.  -- J

9:15 p.m. -- His fever is back up to 101.8.  I'm not sure if it was the fever or the fact that he's been in bed most of the day, but, for whatever reason, he lashed out at me.  He's clearly frustrated with the situation, and I don't blame him.  The hot flashes alone are draining -- add on back pain and nausea, and it's enough to drive anyone over the edge.  Still, it's hard to stand there and get accused of mucking up the drug regimen (when it's not the case), and be blamed for his fatigue.  Caretaker abuse ;) comes with the territory.  Right D and E?