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So, yesterday Ben had a fairly good day. Sara went home to get some dinner and to pack some things for the trip to Gainesville, and then arrived back at the hospital around 10:30pm. When I left, Ben was happy and looking kind of drowsy. I expected he would fall asleep before midnight, and sleep until mid-morning. I was wrong.
When I arrived back at the hospital this morning, Sara looked at me like I was pond scum and proceeded to tear into me about how Ben started having explosive diahrea fifteen minutes after I left and was in pain all night and did not sleep, and it was my fault because I let him eat two-day-old muffins (that had spent the entire two days sealed in a ziploc container). At one point, she actually said to me "Ron, please try not to make him any sicker than he already is."
So yeah, not a good start to the day.
As near as I can tell, it wasn't the muffins that did it. It was the handful of candy I let him eat. From talking to the doctor and nurses, the sugar was too much on top of all the gatorade and the sugars in his IV. It never occured to me that a handful of candy would cause problems (he is certainly not diabetic). So I kinda feel like crap about that. I also think Sara, and her family, are completely overreacting about pretty much everything at this point. They seem to think that Ben would be well by now if the doctors were doing their job. Sara's mom is second-guessing everything every doctor or nurse says or does, and not in a constructive way. Sara is eating headache pills that have a listed side-effect of "irritability".
As for Ben, he seemed mostly fine when I arrived. He and Sara are both napping now. We'll know more tomorrow morning about moving him to Shand's in Gainesville. If there is an open bed, he could be moved pretty quickly. I hope that happens, because this ERCP test is his best hope for getting better.
When I arrived back at the hospital this morning, Sara looked at me like I was pond scum and proceeded to tear into me about how Ben started having explosive diahrea fifteen minutes after I left and was in pain all night and did not sleep, and it was my fault because I let him eat two-day-old muffins (that had spent the entire two days sealed in a ziploc container). At one point, she actually said to me "Ron, please try not to make him any sicker than he already is."
So yeah, not a good start to the day.
As near as I can tell, it wasn't the muffins that did it. It was the handful of candy I let him eat. From talking to the doctor and nurses, the sugar was too much on top of all the gatorade and the sugars in his IV. It never occured to me that a handful of candy would cause problems (he is certainly not diabetic). So I kinda feel like crap about that. I also think Sara, and her family, are completely overreacting about pretty much everything at this point. They seem to think that Ben would be well by now if the doctors were doing their job. Sara's mom is second-guessing everything every doctor or nurse says or does, and not in a constructive way. Sara is eating headache pills that have a listed side-effect of "irritability".
As for Ben, he seemed mostly fine when I arrived. He and Sara are both napping now. We'll know more tomorrow morning about moving him to Shand's in Gainesville. If there is an open bed, he could be moved pretty quickly. I hope that happens, because this ERCP test is his best hope for getting better.