NPO

Kev hasn’t been able to hold anything down all day, so now he is not to have any food or liquids, just his IV.

Seems to me that instead of things getting better, they are just getting worse. Could just be my tension-filled, weighed-down brain bogging it up though.

But isn’t now the time that he is supposed to be eating his dinners, complaining they aren’t enough, drinking everything in sight, laughing and joking with the nurses, and saying "I hurt a little bit hon, but I’m ready to go home!!"? Shit, he has been sleeping all day – and they just keep plugging him with meds through the IV.

He showed a little bit of piss and vinegar when I told him that I was going down to the gift shop to buy a bracelet. I was prepared to spar with him about the idea, but then he just said "go ahead and get it hon" – took the fun right out of it. If he’s agreeing to let me spend money, without at least sparring with me about it, then he just isn’t himself and just isn’t okay.

Here’s crossing my fingers that he gets better and can come home tomorrow morning.

*kat