Cowboy Billy Went On A Trick-Nic

UH-OH. COWBOY GOT TRICKED AT DOCTOR'S...

Poor Cowboy Bill thought he was going to the Oncologist for a quick checkup. Instead, he ended up in a hospital bed, not getting home until five hours later.

He was purty mad about it.

In short, you could say he failed his blood test.

His magnesium was at Ethiopian drought level. So he got a whoppin' bag of that.

And his platelet count was...well, let's say it didn't take the lab worker too long to count the straggling few platelets he had left, so he has to go back for MORE infusion tomorrow, once they ship platelets up the mountain from the flatlands.

The Oncologist said that these things were causing some of his symptoms--irregular heartbeat, exhaustion, breathlessness, super pale face, and other stuff.

So we postponed our errands for yet another day, and made the best of it. At least it was air-conditioned in there. And the cafeteria is staffed by real southern cooks. So the food at this hospital is unbelievably good. Well, if you like southern cooking, which we both do. Today's dessert was home-made banana pudding, complete with vanilla wafers and meringue.

Gotta try to cheer the boy up SOMEhow!

I'll write again tomorrow afternoon, when we get home from the platelet transfusion.

Love to all, and thanks for checking on him!