Just as I thought it was safe to say Wayne was out of the woods, he got a fever last night. He doesn’t have any white blood cells, so a fever is a big deal.
We went to the ER last night and they admitted him. They want to keep him for 48 hours until they can identify the cause of his fever.
This, of course, did not sit well with Wayne. He is so tired of hospitals that he gets impatient and a bit grouchy when he realizes that he wasn’t going anywhere.
But he does have a flat screen tv to keep him occupied.
I remember talking to a friend when Wayne was first diagnosed. Her husband also has cancer, and she told me that soon enough we would understand that our “new normal” would be drastically different from here on out. Those words are finally sinking in, unfortunately.
Got to take Wayne his laptop this morning, as he has work to do – and his pillow and some new clothes. Hopefully he can come home tomorrow night, but until then, it’s hospital food and vital checks to the point of total annoyance. Poor Guy!
But you know, the fact that he is able to complain lets me know he is already starting to feel better…