Hospitals smell funny. Sleeping in the little room on the uncomfortable torture device sucks (although the suckiness is much less since the acquisition of the magic air mattress). Very loud nurses coming in at 1am making more noise than they should and talking to themselves is ridiculous. Beeping machines minutes after I have fallen asleep is just plain annoying. All these, and still I miss being there.
Not being in the hospital is like having to sit out of a big game because you are injured. You have faith in your team, and you know that they can get the job done; however, you still want to be there to make sure that your team wins.
Today Cole finished day 2 of the 4 day treatment for this week. This is the nasty week, and the nastiness started today. Fortunately Chris was there today, and we all know that he is well versed in nastiness. Wait, did that last sentence seem like an inappropriate comment? Oh good, that was the intention.
Cole does seem to be doing better that the last time he had this same series of meds. He did have a pretty significant fever (topped out at 104), but it seems to be under control now. These fevers are one of the common side effects of this regimen, but it still sucks to see him suffer through it. I am sure that in a few days he will be back to his normal self. For now; however, please raise your glasses and toast Cole, pirate hunter.