No small potatoes
Gilly had a rough one today, with constant tooth pain. Marvin determined that he has an abcess and needs root canal. We played the waiting game for a while; the blood results came in around 11:00 a.m. from the Jewish, indicating that he could go ahead and have dental work done, although still not recommended unless there’s an abcess. Marvin prescribed an antibiotic and we secured a root canal appointment for Tuesday. We are still hoping for something earlier. Heidi says she may be able to work some magic for us. With any luck, this will come to be. Vigit believes it’s better to wait a few days anyway, so that the antibiotic has a chance to kick in, so having it done today would have been chancy. I hate to see him hurt, though.
I wish we had been informed directly that dental work should have been attended to before treatment. Looking back, I cannot remember anyone telling us this, but apparently it would have been wise.
I received a message from the nurse at the Neuro, replacing Maria at about noon today. My cell phone buzzed urgently from within my pocket while teaching, but I did not get to answer it in time. I had left detailed information and my central question on her answering machine yesterday, and she replied that she thinks it would be fine to have dental work, as long as we keep the team at the Neuro and the Montreal General are informed. Montreal General? Whose chart is she reading??? Or is she jumping to conclusions, because this is usually the deal; Montreal General + Neuro or Jewish General? She mentioned that she would call the Montreal General to check into this and let us know on Monday.
I stared at my cell phone for awhile, and an unsettling feeling crept over me. Thank goodness I pinned Vigit down yesterday and that blood sample was taken. At least we’ve made some headway towards potential relief. We are developing a close relationship with Vigit, yet we are practically unknown to the nurses at the Neuro. What will happen when radiation ends? It seems that each ‘department’ has distinct territory, but they forgot to mark it clearly, and I can’t read the signs; they’re in code.
So it’s soft foods at room temperature for the next few days. I have to continue ensuring that he eats a balanced diet, but his appetite is slipping. Who could blame him? He now has 4 more pills a day to consume. I made a delicious, highly nutritious soup yesterday containing all 4 food groups (coincidentally, because it was before I knew about the toothache). The leftovers will come in handy.
Liylah did not disappoint us today; she had small red potatoes in her bed when we arrived home. Not bitten, not damaged, just there. A strange mongrel, I’d say. It brings a little humor to an otherwise difficult day.
Shabbat dinner was at home, and I suspect that’s where it will stay for the next few weeks. Gilly can nestle into his chair at his leisure, while I continue to enjoy the presence and moral support of my family. Tamara had a sniffle, so she took the evening off as a precautionary measure. She was sorely missed.
Gilly is eagerly anticipating a visit from his cousin Barb tomorrow morning.
I wish we had been informed directly that dental work should have been attended to before treatment. Looking back, I cannot remember anyone telling us this, but apparently it would have been wise.
I received a message from the nurse at the Neuro, replacing Maria at about noon today. My cell phone buzzed urgently from within my pocket while teaching, but I did not get to answer it in time. I had left detailed information and my central question on her answering machine yesterday, and she replied that she thinks it would be fine to have dental work, as long as we keep the team at the Neuro and the Montreal General are informed. Montreal General? Whose chart is she reading??? Or is she jumping to conclusions, because this is usually the deal; Montreal General + Neuro or Jewish General? She mentioned that she would call the Montreal General to check into this and let us know on Monday.
I stared at my cell phone for awhile, and an unsettling feeling crept over me. Thank goodness I pinned Vigit down yesterday and that blood sample was taken. At least we’ve made some headway towards potential relief. We are developing a close relationship with Vigit, yet we are practically unknown to the nurses at the Neuro. What will happen when radiation ends? It seems that each ‘department’ has distinct territory, but they forgot to mark it clearly, and I can’t read the signs; they’re in code.
So it’s soft foods at room temperature for the next few days. I have to continue ensuring that he eats a balanced diet, but his appetite is slipping. Who could blame him? He now has 4 more pills a day to consume. I made a delicious, highly nutritious soup yesterday containing all 4 food groups (coincidentally, because it was before I knew about the toothache). The leftovers will come in handy.
Liylah did not disappoint us today; she had small red potatoes in her bed when we arrived home. Not bitten, not damaged, just there. A strange mongrel, I’d say. It brings a little humor to an otherwise difficult day.
Shabbat dinner was at home, and I suspect that’s where it will stay for the next few weeks. Gilly can nestle into his chair at his leisure, while I continue to enjoy the presence and moral support of my family. Tamara had a sniffle, so she took the evening off as a precautionary measure. She was sorely missed.
Gilly is eagerly anticipating a visit from his cousin Barb tomorrow morning.
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