Monday, 23 November 2009

Today was always going to be a difficult day. Drew was nil by mouth as he was going to theatre to have a bone marrow aspirant, and he is still on steroids, which makes him incredibly hungry, so to say he wasn't in the best of moods was probably an understatement. All this didn't bode well for having his blood taken. As his cyclosporin level needs to be taken as close as possible to when he takes it and not knowing when he would go to theatre, the Drs didn't want to wait until he went to theatre so we gave it a shot. Drew wasn't co-operative the first time around and we gave it a break for a while. He came around only for us not to be able to get blood out of his arm, and that was his final straw he wouldn't let us have a second go and I couldn't ask him to be brave again. Luckily theatre called down at that moment and it was decided just to take it in theatre. Drew woke up happy from the anaesthetic and was even happier once he had something to eat. We were home by 2.00pm and the rest of the day was without incident.