Boxing Day

I woke up feeling a bit bloated and windy, too much veg with the Christmas dinner I think. Shell was in the loo, she had not been right all night. Stuart was impatiently waiting for it, both of them had diarrhoea.

First thing to do, check Kim, her temperature was fine. You may be wonder why we are pre-occupied with Kim temperature, well here comes the science bit*.

Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML) causes a drop in healthy blood cell production including White cells, Chemotherapy also causes a drop in white cells. This weakens the immune system. With the white cell part of immune system depleted other mechanisms kick in to combat the infection, one of these is fever. This is a very simple and affective why of picking up on illness in Kim and others with depressed immune system though leukemia and Chemotherapy.

Right with that out of the way, back to boxing day**. I can't decide if Shell and Stu have an bug or food poisoning, I'm not much to go by as my insides with take a lot of punishment. So it end up with a debate over what to do with Kim, let her stay or take her back to hospital.

Now Kim had very strong thoughts on this. The hospital staff had strong thoughts on this. I had thoughts on this, Shell Just had the urge to keep going to the loo! Oh and had thoughts on this.

The Hospital wants her to come back in, Kim wants to stay. Shell wants her to stay as healthy as possible and if that means going back to the ward then so be it. My thoughts, Well Kim will not move unless we physical carry her out to the Defender. The jury is out on why Shell and Stu are ill, and over the last 4 hours her Temperature has not change for the worst, it very healthy for her.

As this debate goes on Stu wants his mate in the house, and is not happy with the reply of no, from me and Shell. And headed off in a huff.

Where did the debate end up. Kim could stay with twice the amount of temperature checks, one move in the wrong direction, then it straight into the ward, no argument. Kim was sort of happy, The hospital and Shell was not happy, and Me well I was observing her and making the decision on the ground, and the less stress Kim had the better. So I was happy to go along with it.


*That saying reminds me of that bloody hair advert.
** There is a joke there about gloves, but I cant think of it.