Wednesday Magnesium Drip-a-thon

Thanks for checking on the cowboy.

He did need intravenous magnesium yesterday. So we sat at the old chemo saloon and he got dripped. I went out and refilled all the bird feeders outside the windows, as there were no seeds left, and lots of disappointed little birds checking for snacks. There was no volunteer at the place yesterday, so when that happens, they let me fill the bird feeders because I love it. Then little birds come and eat outside the one-way mirror that makes up the entire east wall, and it entertains all the drip-recipients a bit.

I don't know of any more scheduled appointments at the chemo place, but maybe he'll continue going by every couple of weeks to check the magnesium.

I was much more interested in his Blood Urea Nitrogen (BUN) score and its ratio to his Creatinine, which I figured out how to calculate using google research. If a ratio gets into a certain zone (I think I explained this on here, once, so skip this paragraph if you read that), it means you have kidney malfunction. Bill's score was getting worse every 2 weeks that they checked, but Little Miss Oncologist didn't notice that, and I wasn't about to TELL her after getting sent to the principal's office for talking last time.

BUT BOTTOM LINE: Miss Onco didn't even have his Creatinine and B.U.N. scores TESTED yesterday, and she wasn't there, so we couldn't request it.

Ugh.

Next event should be Wake Forest calling us with a scan time. HALP! RUN AWAY!

Bill DID get a call from Appalachian State U. this week, and he will be teaching again this upcoming semester. I thought it would have been ideal to have gotten a scan before accepting that job, and I also wish Bill might have just taken the semester off to recover from the last years of travail. But no.

I'll write again Sunday, just to keep the schedule going during down times.

Thank you always for caring.

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