September 25, 2024
I checked in with Dr. W’s office around 11am this morning to see if there was news on an iron infusion. A nurse called back to say he had been working on the insurance since 8am this morning and told them it needed to happen before 2pm today. We got a call from the hospital around 12:30pm and the nurse said we could come on for the iron infusion. I had just got home from picking up pre-hurricane groceries during my work lunch so I threw the cold stuff in the fridge and we took off to town. It ended up being the same nurse we had back in June 2023 when he first got a blood transfusion and iron and he had that vasal vagal reaction and passed out twice. We reminisced about that day for a bit and all had a chuckle remembering how scary it was when they called the rapid code on him. Once the iron IV started and we were just sitting there, I told him we really didn’t know anything last June about what we were about to go through for the next 14 or so months. This little iron infusion was nothing compared to any of that. I kept him entertained for the two (ish) hours with today’s Wordle (he got it in two), the Crossword Mini, a big Crossword for grown folks that was too hard for us, and reading about pending Hurricane Helene whose path is projected right up through Georgia at a crazy speed. By the time the infusion was done, he was more than ready to get home. We got home about the time the bottom fell out of the sky and came a sho nuff toad strangler. Just the first of many inches predicted to fall in the next couple of days. He still didn’t have much of an appetite, so he opted for old standby chicken noodle soup and chased it with some cherry Jello. He said he was feeling queasy and a little yucky. His temp was 101. We head to the oncologist tomorrow for an early appointment and home before any of the significant weather is supposed to be here.
