A long day at the hospital today

So today was the day we knew were coming.

We went in to the hospital at 09:00 this morning. On the way there Bianca said "we must remember to get some beads because I will get my wiggle put in". In Wellington they give beads as and when things happen so that makes it easy to associate the treatment with the bead. I was worried that we might get stuck in traffic as it was raining and was quite windy (certainly an example of why Wellington is known as the Windy City), but traffic was not too bad. Actually I do not mind the weather so much, it certainly means that the garden would get some much needed water.

We got bloods taken (they decided to take enough blood for a cross match in case we need a transfusion to save some time), then waited for the results.

It came back and Platelets sitting at 40, Haemoglobin sitting at 75 and Neutrophils sitting at around 0.62 or somewhere there (pretty low at the moment). So we got a blood transfusion. I hate this one because it takes 4 hours from when the blood arrives and that feels like the longest wait ever. You sit there and watch it go "drip ... drip ... drip" into the little cannister where the IV line is attached.

We eventually left the hospital just after 17:00 and I must say that Bianca really looked much different and you don't always realise just how pale they are until they have a bit of colour back in their cheeks.

If you ever wonder what 4 hours look like:

Here Bianca is eating lunch and watching a DVD while getting her transfusion:

While we waited Bianca also drew a poster for Jo, the day stay nurse. She drew some "bugs" and then wrote "Wash your hands".

We have to be back at the hospital on Thursday morning for another blood test.

Medicines today:
  • Fluconozole - 10 ml at night

1 comment:

Mario said...

Terence and I were friends in SA. I want to leave a word of comfort to your family, especially your beautiful little daughter. I am sure everything will work out in the end. May the Lord bless you all during this dificult time.

Mario Costa