inquiry and bloodlust

My oral surgeon is sick. Thus, my wisdom teeth will have to wait until Wednesday.

I was so freakin' nervous last night that I only got about an hour and a half of sleep. 'M tired.

I also have work to do. More on that later. *shifty eyes*

I can't sleep. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out about six hours from now, and I'm just too nervous to rest. Y'see, it's going to be done under general anesthesia. I believe I've mentioned my minor somniphobia before, yeah? There's pretty much nothing scarier to me than the idea of being FORCED to sleep. It doesn't help that I can't take a Xanax to relax, and I KNOW I can't, which just makes me panic a bit more. I'm self-medicating with Mighty Boosh instead. It's working decently. Still can't sleep, but I'm fairly happy.

Wish me luck, guys. Hopefully, I'll be up to making a sure-to-be-typo-studded post here this afternoon.

I'm attempting to schedule getting my wisdom teeth removed. This is both a blessing (these bitches hurt and I want them gone) and a curse (I hate making phone calls and am afraid of anesthesia). Urgh.

In fandom news, Jaime and I saw a big white rabbit at the mall. Probably a harmless Easter Bunny, but we still considered running or pelting him, just in case. Also, Jaime made pancakes both last night and this morning. The ones this morning included chives. They really came alive.

We are so lame. Wow.

I think I might have food poisoning. My stomach's a big ball of pain, and I've felt acidy and nauseous all day. Plus, the new chapter of Bakuman SUCKED, and I depressed myself by rewatching Dr. Horrible (the songs were stuck in my head!).

HOWEVER. I beat Persona 4 last night with the true ending, which makes me incredibly happy, and I may or may not be semi-working on a fic. Add on to this that Jaime's feeling pretty good, good enough to take care of me today (which I feel kind of bad about, but seriously, OW), and despite the health suckage, today's actually been not too bad. Huh.

Hi. Um, it's actually me this time. Many thanks to my mom for updating - she's done a good job of reporting what we knew.

So the basic points are that yesterday morning, Jaime woke up with a horrible headache and got sick shortly afterwards. Things got worse, his left hand went numb, the left side of his face went numb, he started slurring his speech and responding very slowly to questions. We called 911 after the numbness started and once it was clear he couldn't walk to make it to the car. He started becoming more coherent by the time the ambulance showed up, and was pretty good when we arrived at the hospital. They gave him a painkiller for his head there, and he had a seizure. After that, everything's gone fairly well. He still has headaches and double vision, but he hasn't seized or gone stroke-like again, thank goodness.

Dr. Prissypants Fuckhead (the oncologist from Jaime's center who was on call and who I am pissed at right now) was convinced it couldn't possibly be a clot (even though Jaime has a history of clotting quickly, damnit! Just consider it!) that caused the initial symptoms and that instead it might be that the lymphoma has spread into his brain. Dr. Lunin, Jaime's normal oncologist, being a logical and decidedly awesome dude, disagrees. Given that Jaime's been getting strong prophylactic chemo intrathecally, that his CT scan in the ER came back clear, and that the numbness went away on its own, he doubts this is due to the lymphoma. He does still think Jaime should get a spinal tap to check the fluid for not just malignancy, but also for infections and the like. It could be that. It could also be that the Depocyt irritated everything and could have triggered the numbness as a pre-seizure sensation and the seizure itself. Jaime and I both think the Depocyt explanation is the most likely, but we're not oncologists, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the tests show. He was transferred to Moffitt, and we're getting settled in just now.

Now that we're here, I'll probably be online a lot. This may seem counter-intuitive, but think about it this way - when Jaime's on his pain pills, he spends most of his time sleeping. I can't just sit here and watch him breath like I'm prone to do. It doesn't help him, and it's not good for me. So, instead I'll do my best to stay distracted. Fandom's good for that.

I am so goddamn tired. I just about nodded off in the medical transport on the way here. Chances are I'll get a second wind and end up being up all night though, so. If anyone wants to chat about fluffy stuff or whatever, I'm game. I could use some light happy.

I walked into a wall. No, really. Smacked my foot into it really hard, particularly my second-to-last toe, out of which I knocked a chunk of the nail. For a while, my foot was all tingly and that toe was numb. Now, it's just kind of throbbing. Even I'm starting to find my klutziness humorous.

On the plus side, I wore my glasses all day and they're only now starting to make my head hurt. And I'm wearing my chainsaw earrings. Oh, and Jaime got his Rituxan earlier (which costs $7500 per bag, believe it or not. Thank god for insurance) and his counts were all very good, so we went to Chili's for lunch. We paid for burgers and got some chips for free due to our waitress feeling bad for making us wait. It wasn't a long wait, either; not compared to our oncologist excursions. Good day, hooray!

I think Jaime and I have one combined font of energy. He is rather perky, especially considering we're at Moffitt right now, whereas I have a variety of aches (head, tooth, belly, you know the drill) and want nothing more than to sleep. And cuddle my freet (I typed freets initially and stared at it for a full minute before I realized why it looked wrong. Damnit.). Satisfying both of those desires looks to be a long way off. Sigh.

I'm actually not in a bad mood. Planning on working on fl adoptions later and everything, maybe even crocheting a bit. I'm just tired.

I appear to be allergic to Tarte lip gloss. Damn.

Jaime's port is a single, which means he can only get one thing infused at a time. Well, two if they're compatible (like chemo and saline) and can be hooked into the same line. Anyway, his hemoglobin's low (wait wait, I know the lyrics to this one, gimme a sec). He's getting sodium bicarbonate to balance his pH as part of this arm, but blood needs to go in alone. This means extra poking. A nurse tried to put an IV in his left arm - right arm's still unusable, blood clot city, little puffy, blah blah blah - to no avail. Another nurse is on the way to swing away.

I! Am writing this post and unrolling my crochet. Distraction, distraction, doot de doot de doo...

Edit: Three more attempts, three more failures, another nurse is being called in. Nnngh.

Edit the second: Two more attempts and two more failures. The plan now is to get someone from ICU to give it a try.

Revenge of the edit: It took them two tries and a fair amount of wiggling, but the ICU nurses pulled it off. Mucho kudos to them. :)