Even less sleep than I predicted. But it was a comfy couch :)
Good news: no fevers this time around, so no waiting while blood cultures are done. Also no throwing up, something we're always in favor of.
Bad news: Jake had an interesting reaction to the Benadryl/Phenergan combination that they give with the Zofran for nausea. He's had this combo at least half a dozen times without any side effects except fatigue, but last night it messed with his mind a bit. Around 1:00 a.m. when the nurse came into check vitals, Jake was not fully with us. Fair enough, it was the middle of the night, but he was also restless and agitated in his sleeping. And when he sat straight up in bed and asked me if I'd taken care of garbage bags and the internet . . . The nurse decided a round of Ativan was in order to calm his agitation. He dropped off to a much calmer sleep within fifteen minutes of the Ativan.
I never got to the point of real worry, which left me free to appreciate the humor of the situation. Jake remembers none of it (When asked what he does remember of the night, he said, "Sleeping") and he's half-convinced I'm making it up about the garbage bags.
When I laughed about it, he said, "You just love laughing at my pain."
"Are you in pain?" I asked.
"Then, yep, I'm gonna laugh."
What else am I supposed to do with an hour of sleep?
(Oh, and he's fine, by the way. Sleeping soundly upstairs, no nausea, just worn out. Going to try and tempt him with McDonald's for dinner.)