Monday was not nice. I arrived home from work to take a conference call at 16:30 and found Judith severely nauseous and dehydrated with a splitting headache. She had done everything right in terms of taking the anti-N but it just was not working. By that time the cancer clinic was closed for the day so she phoned the ward. They told us to come in to Emergency which we did. Judith was put in the Triage ward where we waited for the doctor. Eventually she was put on a drip and had some blood works done pending the doctor examining her. And then we waited, and waited, and waited some more.
In all fairness Emerge. was like a madhouse with the number of people who came in and Judith had been stabilized and isolated so she was no longer an emergency. But she did still have her headache and every so often would try hurling the imaginary contents of her stomach into the plastic bag we had brought from home as she did not trust being able to hit the kidney dish that the hospital provided.
I should mention that, in the Triage ward, each cubicle has its own TV suspended from the ceiling so eventually we turned it on and watched a woman win $10 000 on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Then we watched the first game of the Stanley Cup Finals, but nothing was going our way as the Edmonton Oilers went down to the Hurricanes 4-5 after being up 3-0.
During the second period (somewhere around 21:30) Judith fell into a good sleep and when the period ended I went to phone Sean to let him know why we had not come home yet. Ingrid had asked me to buy some chocolate from the vending machine as we still had not eaten anything. When I got back Judith was still fast asleep so Ingrid and I very quietly started to open a KitKat. It worked better than an alarm clock as W-W immediately woke up with a "WOTS THAT!?" Guilt-ridden for daring to eat in front of her when she could not, we had to promise that we would not eat any if she fell asleep again :-(
During the third period of the game The Doctor arrived. He looked at the blood works and reassured us that the nausea was not due to morning sickness. He ordered an anti-N intra-venous to be hooked up with the second drip that Judith was on, chatted a bit, reassured her that she had done everything right (we all agreed that life sometimes was just not fair), switched the TV back on so we could watch the Oilers give up 2 more goals, and then he was gone. Judith commented that we had waited five-and-a-half hours for what she had wanted to tell the nurses to do in the first place!
We finally arrived back at home shortly before midnight - Judith still not able to keep anything down but at least hydrated.
There's much to tell you about today (Tuesday) but that will have to wait. Suffice to say that Judith was up to writing a test at school, have a light breakfast and lunch, and a good dinner of fish that Sean made. In fact, by the end of the day Judith looked better than I was feeling!
