It's Been A Good Run
I suppose things have just been going too well lately to last. Unfortunately after five months of steady improvement I had to take Sam to the hospital early this evening. Poor guy I hated to leave him there again.
I knew something was wrong when Sam came home early yesterday. He was exhausted, had a really bad headache and went to bed. Usually I hear him getting ready for work but this morning I slept through and he was gone by the time I woke up at 7:30am.
Stephanie, Adam and I were just pulling out of the driveway to go shopping (Andrew's birthday is this Sunday) when Sam pulled in. He just wanted to go to bed so we went ahead and took off so the house would quiet and when we got back he was sound asleep but very flushed and hot to the touch.
He woke up two hours later and as soon as I took his temperature I called one of his doctors. It's funny that for the last, well almost two years now I guess, his body has been convinced that there is an infection present when there hasn't been. Through everything he has been through he's never run a fever. But the one thing that's been impressed on me over and over since he started taking immune suppresents is that if he's running a temperature of 100 or over get him to the hospital right away.
Dr. Rothman called and told the hospital we were coming but unfortunately we had to wait quite a while before they had a bed in a ward and Sam was miserable on the ER gurney. He's got puemonia and possibly something going on with his good kidney. When I left he was out cold with a nice bag of antibiotics steadily dripping away.
Poor Steph looked so scared when I bundled Sam into the car, but she's a trooper and got herself and the boys dinner and generally held down the fort. When I called her from the hospital I was able to reassure her and I could hear the smile in her voice before we said goodnight. Thankfully all three kids were asleep when I got home. I dread having to talk to them in the morning.
It's gonna be a long night.
I knew something was wrong when Sam came home early yesterday. He was exhausted, had a really bad headache and went to bed. Usually I hear him getting ready for work but this morning I slept through and he was gone by the time I woke up at 7:30am.
Stephanie, Adam and I were just pulling out of the driveway to go shopping (Andrew's birthday is this Sunday) when Sam pulled in. He just wanted to go to bed so we went ahead and took off so the house would quiet and when we got back he was sound asleep but very flushed and hot to the touch.
He woke up two hours later and as soon as I took his temperature I called one of his doctors. It's funny that for the last, well almost two years now I guess, his body has been convinced that there is an infection present when there hasn't been. Through everything he has been through he's never run a fever. But the one thing that's been impressed on me over and over since he started taking immune suppresents is that if he's running a temperature of 100 or over get him to the hospital right away.
Dr. Rothman called and told the hospital we were coming but unfortunately we had to wait quite a while before they had a bed in a ward and Sam was miserable on the ER gurney. He's got puemonia and possibly something going on with his good kidney. When I left he was out cold with a nice bag of antibiotics steadily dripping away.
Poor Steph looked so scared when I bundled Sam into the car, but she's a trooper and got herself and the boys dinner and generally held down the fort. When I called her from the hospital I was able to reassure her and I could hear the smile in her voice before we said goodnight. Thankfully all three kids were asleep when I got home. I dread having to talk to them in the morning.
It's gonna be a long night.
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