Today seemed to be uneventful and mom said she was a little better but asked for a pain pill this morning. We went to the hospital for weekly blood and she said she didn't feel good. She has not had to take a nausea pill for a couple of days and I didn't even think to bring one. One of the pink ladies went to get something in case she threw up and took forever. The check-in lady went and got a plastic tub. The pink lady finally came back with one of those kidney shaped spit things. Why do people think you can throw up in one of those little things. She did OK and didn't throw up but she had said she wanted a hamburger when we left home and just wanted to come home after that. She said she wanted to go to bed so helped her and then gave her a nausea pill.
It has been a week since chemo and she has not made an upturn yet. Guess poision in your systems ain't such a good thing.
A little side note. While we were at the hospital I don't know if someone died or was hurt bad but a lot of young people kept coming in and everyone was crying. When I went to get the car I could hardly park at the front to go in and get mom. As we were walking out a police man came to talk to the mom/wife. I think it was because they were all smoking right there in drop off and pick up. One of the younger ladies was cussing up a storm but the mom/wife was saying to her its just the rules. Boy that was a fun exit. Just a reminder that we NEVER know if we will have a tomorrow. Maybe someone can tell me what "I don't give a .......!" really means.
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