a little part of it in everyone
but every junkie's
like the setting sun
-Neil Young, The Needle and the Damage Done
Okay, folks - while it's Jen here writing, I must confess that I do not know this song. That's all Derek's inspiration. But we have gotten far more up close and personal with needles (and the damage they do to a 2 year old's psyche and poor little arms!) than we want.
On Sunday night, Jay started on Lovenox in the hopes that we could get a blood thinner (ANY blood thinner!) we could go home on. He is not a fan of the shot, but interestingly, the part that seems to freak him out the most is the lidocaine cream they put on to numb it. So we've taken to just giving him the shot, and being done quickly. Derek is his preferred shot-giver. Sorry, nurses. We just don't need ya anymore!
Yesterday's result? Still not theraputic on the coumadin. And still not theraputic on the Lovenox, either. So, we're still here. But we're getting closer!! The INR finally broke the 2.0 level yesterday. (For my Wolfpack friends, I couldn't help but think that if he was a kid working to raise his GPA, he's be off suspension! We're looking for solid B level work, but we'll take getting off suspended status. Can ya tell I'm anxious to get back to the work world?!)
Unfortunately, we're still waiting to see what the INR is today. The phlebotemist who came in this morning stuck him twice and got nothing. The doctor who stuck him an hour later stuck him twice and got ... slightly more than nothing. But still not enough to run the test on. So, now we're waiting for stick number five for today and praying (PRAYING!!!!) that they can get some blood and be done.
It is seriously the most pitiful thing I've ever seen. He's sobbing and between cries says "It almost done? It almost done? Then it will be all over?!" Breaks my heart - and that of the nurse too. Didn't seem to slow down the phlebotemist. Sadistic old bag that she is.
Our home-going depends on this test. If it's over 2.0, we could at least take him with us to RMH for a couple of days. If it's not, we're still held hostage here for a bit longer. Sigh.