I feel like I didn't get a weekend this weekend. Actually, I feel like I only got half a weekend. The first part was great: dinner with friends on both Friday and Saturday, and a nice girls' morning on Saturday AM. But when we got home from dinner on Saturday night, all hell broke loose.
We arrived home to find that our cat was very, very sick. Vomiting, diarrhea, you name it. She was listless and clearly feeling awful. I cleaned everything up and tried to console her, but she was basically inconsolable. I made her a comfy place to sleep, covered all favorite furniture with towels, gave her some love, and went to bed figuring that I'd take her to the veterinary ER in the morning if she was still suffering. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well, getting up twice to check on her.
The good news is that she seemed much better on Sunday morning. She was hungry and thirsty and pretty much back to her usual self. So I vowed to make her an appointment with her new vet for sometime this week, brewed myself a pot of tea, and settled in to enjoy a lazy Sunday.
Then GH got up. Uncontrollable bloody nose. He's prone to bloody noses, especially in the dry, dry days of winter, and usually he gets them under control fairly easily. Not this time. It was a faucet. Damn you, low platelets. After 10 minutes of trying to stop it, we gave up and headed to the ER. I had the foresight to put some cookies and a Nalgene bottle of water in my bag, but not the foresight to put in a book: BIG MISTAKE.
This time the good news was that the ER docs saw GH right away and were able to get the bleeding under control (although by the time we got there, checked in, got a room, etc. he'd been bleeding for about 45 minutes). The bad news is that to stop it, the doc put a rubber tube up GH's nose and filled it with saline to block the entire nasal cavity. Guess what: this is not very comfortable. At all. Poor GH can't breathe through either side of his nose and he's not allowed to lie down flat to sleep. Hooray.
It took about two hours for the blood test results to come back, and we had to wait in case GH needed a platelet transfusion. Again, some good news: platelets were around 50K, so no drop from the chemo. Yet. Once we got those results, we got to go home with instructions to leave the tube in place until a Wednesday follow-up appointment with an ENT.
So I'm at work today, GH is home trying to rest, although it's nearly impossible to get any real quality sleep with a tube of saline shoved up your nose. Anything to do with the face is uncomfortable: talking, eating, breathing. He's on painkillers, which help, but mostly he's just restless and uncomfortable. Until Wednesday. Chemo is off for this week, but we'll be back in on the 15th. The oncologist is concerned about this episode, though. One of GH's chemo drugs (Avastin) can cause bleeding, and that combined with low platelets and this incident . . . well, we'll just have to see.
It was actually kind of a relief when this morning rolled around. I was just ready for yesterday to be over. We got home from the ER around 12:30, hungry, tired, and grungy. We were both desperate for a shower, and I immediately washed all of the clothes we'd worn that morning--ERs are such germy hellholes.
On a more positive note, I've been feeling the babies move a lot, which is really cool. I had an ultrasound on Friday during which I saw the girl punch the boy in the head! Preview of coming attractions. The babies are each around 18cm long. Boy is transverse at the top of my belly, girl is breech on the lower left side. I think the girl pummeled the boy up into that top spot so that she'd have more room to herself. Pretty funny.