Adam let me know that Logan's being put on a no-fat diet for the time being, which means he can't have the thing he's been thinking about for hours: Chocolate cake. He loves the chocolate cake at CHO. He talks about it at home. But because a herd of morons didn't check a level for a long while, my little sunshine can't have it and his already crappy life just got crappier.
So far, the team thinks that the outrageous trigylceride level is the result of the Decadron, though Adam says they're all very confused about it. And as far as I can tell, it holds true that they hadn't checked his triglycerides since November, when the number came back high-normal.
Why on the Lord's green earth would you NOT re-check a number for something that can be negatively impacted by steroid use when the initial figure is elevated? Why?
One word is running through my haggard mind right now: Malpractice. I've tried to be forgiving despite some misses by the medical team in the past, but now I'm just angry. They're paid to take care of Logan, and from where I sit, they're doing a half-bum job. And this mama bear is ANGRY.