A trip home today is a no-go for a few reasons. One, Logan's lost too much weight. He's always had issues with weight gain, ever since birth, really. He's a skinny kid and well, it kind of sucks to be a naturally skinny kid going through gut-busting chemo. He also developed mucusitis (one of the side effects) last night, and it's horribly uncomfortable for him to eat to boot. They're going to start him on IV nutrition tonight to help him gain some back. Two, he's been straddling a fever all day, and his temp finally went over the threshhold at about 1:30. Gosh darn it! Pre-fever, the word was they'd try to get us out on Monday, but who knows now. His nurse Prashant (one of our faves) drew blood for some cultures so we'll see what they say. Of couse, just being neutropenic can cause fevers.
I'm just so bummed. I'm sick of the hospital, Logan misses his siblings, and I DO NOT want to be here while the nurses are striking next week. That whole situation pisses me off on many, meny levels and I don't want to be here to see it. I don't want to walk through their picket line and have to deal with the bitching over contract negotiations while Logan is enmired in a live-or-die kind of situation upstairs. It rubs me the wrong way.