He has a blood infection, his mouth and throat have started to melt and just generally feels rubbish.
He's not eating much and what he has eaten so far today has been bought back up.
He has been attached to a pump that delivers morphine and ketamine constantly.
He sleeping a lot and although I have been assured this is all perfectly normal, It's just horrible to see someone you love this ill and not be able to do anything about it.
I am trying to keep a low profile today as I think the department may be trying to decide if I'm losing it or not.
When Brett was having his transplant I decided to play his new cells some welcoming phrases in German.
The phrases were
Welcome to your new body
Please be nice to Brett
I look forward to driving our Porsche.
(it's Brett's ambition to own a Porsche)
The staff asked in bewilderment
why in German? and I answered because the cells were from a German lady and it may take a while for them to learn English.
It's madness someone laughingly said Not as mad as a doctor putting cells into a vein that somehow KNOW they need to get inside bones to be bone marrow and make blood.
Touché - came the look back.
He's the German phrases on his white board.
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