Oh Connie, sorry to hear you're in that zone. Might the fever be caused by his immune system reacting to the chemo? Whatever the cause, I hope it responds well to the tylenol. And that you both get some rest.

Connie, I have this image of your husband wearing a mask decorated to look like a snarling tiger, or a T. Rex about to chomp on a tasty critter. If I had any artistic ability, I'd decorate some and send them to you. (Although that might compromise them from an immune system standpoint -- being thoroughly manhandled by another person with germs of sketchy origin.)

You guys, all my motivation is gone today. Part of that is that I'm drugged up to my eyeballs with allergy meds, and part is...no motivation. Bleh. Need some.

We're supposed to find out the results of the blood test that will determine whether my mother can have her surgery in a week. They were supposed to be in Friday and did not appear. My mother hasn't called me, and I'm not going to call and add to her stress about it, but damnit, waiting sucks.

At work, feeling more sane. He's feeling dumb for what he sees as a waste of the doctors' time and my stress. Me, when doctors say multiple times "Go to the ER if the fever hits X," and it then hits X, that's a fairly obvious move. If nothing else, we've seen what the reaction to the condition is. His future plan is to take some Tylenol when the fever starts flirting with 100.X, maintain his extreme water drinking ways, then re-evaluate if fever proves stubborn. Oh, and avoid people when possible. The plans to take the grandkids out to the range are indefinitely postponed, dear little plague vectors that they are.

Oh, good. My mother called, and her results are normal. Surgery on Monday.

I'm glad the results were what you wanted, Dana.

Connie, I'm glad you have a plan for any future fevers. I'm sorry you had to change your plans with the grandkids, though.

I don't want to overstep but, Connie, I'd encourage your DH to discuss that fever management plan with his oncologist. In my world (I'm a children's oncology nurse) fevers are taken very seriously (like: potential medical emergency) and we would discourage any of our patients from that plan.

I'm so sorry you're going through this, I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you both.

Hubby's in a perky mood tonight. The tests from last night showed nothing, so since they don't know what spiked the fever, he's on antibiotics for a bit. Probably not the last time. I think we were afraid that yesterday was going to be the new normal. Instead he's feeling better, wearing his mask out in public, and bringing his militant crip attitude to the cause of people being cluelessly sick in public. He was born to be a curmudgeon. He'll be a lot of fun when his hair goes and he finds the appropriate hat--not a horned helment, but an Indiana Jones style fedora.

BTW, if anyone wants to see a picture of Hubby in one of his moods, here's a link to his Facebook page (I asked permission)

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That's a heck of a mood, Connie. May the cancer cells be terrified of it and so Run! Run away! Fast!

That's awesome.