We never made it home last night and I can't even begin to tell you how sad I was. Jeff was kind of out of it so he didn't care. His Interleuken ended at 4:00 and they started the process of discharging him. But by 5:30 he had spiked a fever and had violent chills. They gave more Tylenol but his fever hit 103.2 and his oxygen level was low. So we all finally realized home was not the best place to be. They reaccessed his port and they've been pouring in fluids. After midnight his fever finally started to go down. I just kissed his forehead and it was nice and cool. Whew!
The doctor on call is someone we've never met. We will have to wait for him to come by and discharge us. I have no idea what time he does rounds. The nurses said he's very nice but is nearly 4000 years old and is slow getting around. We'll sneak out if we have to. Because what would they really do about that? Jail time?
I'm hoping to make it to Christmas Eve church tonight. It's a beautiful candlelight service. Ron said he would babysit Jeff so I could take the kids. I hope it all works out.
Funny story: I told Jeff he would need to be thinking of a prize to get me for taking such good care of him. He said he would get me anything I wanted. So I told him I wanted a romantic getaway weekend, just the two of us at some lovely location. And he said,"You know Leta, I've missed a lot of work. I really hate to take off anymore than I have to, especially for a whole weekend. Would you like me to buy you a house instead?" That man! Do you see what I have to deal with?
Merry Christmas,
Leta
Leta
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