They let him have coffee with his breakfast.
Ah, the simple pleasures.
While I was there the Doctor On Call stopped by to take a look-see and have a chat. Once he discovered The Spouse speaks French he switched from Russian to French, and then I was able to follow a bit better.
What I learned:
- This is likely NOT hereditary.
- It is likely NOT due to his height
- Other than the fact that being so tall makes it difficult to sit comfortably in chairs and on airplanes.
- He is, for whatever reason, prone to producing blood clots in his legs which have traveled to his lungs.
- But only to his lungs.
- And only to small veins/arteries/blood vessels in his lungs.
- And only to the lowest part of the lungs (which is the best place if you are going to have clots in your lungs).
- His blood pressure has been in the normal range, and his blood oxygen fine since yesterday (when it was actually better than when he checked in on Thursday night).
- Christmas travel is NOT necessarily ruled out, especially now that he is being treated. But we will make the final decision the week we intend to travel to the US.
- The electricians are here to replace your electric meter (which has NEVER functioned in the TWO YEARS we have lived here)
- Baboo is sick and won't leave our bed.
- Sore throat
- Fever of 101F/38.3C
That's all we need.
She responded well to Advil and while she's not feeling totally okay, her fever came down and her mood lifted. But if she's still poorly tomorrow morning I'm marching her across the street to the doctor and keeping Skittles home, too.
In the meantime, I have managed to find myself with little anyone wants to eat in the house.
How about some beet salad?
Aw, c'mon! It's GOOD!
Maybe I can leave them long enough to run out for carry-out pizza.