Friday the 13th

"Do you get queasy at the sight of blood?" asked my aunt, a few weeks ago when I mentioned that I was now drawing Jacob's labs at home.

I answered "no"; so long as blood is not gushing from a terrible wound I am okay with the sight of it.

I suppose that's a lucky thing since I've been seeing so much of it the past few days. From a bright red toilet bowl on Tuesday to dark red blood seeping into his pants, down his legs, and into the potty now. Yesterday and last night he had to change pants several times and I found myself washing him up several times and collecting his stool in a cap on the potty.

Luckily, he has had no more nausea since last night and the blood doesn't seem to be coming as fast as it was yesterday. It seems as though he may be turning the corner on this whole thing. Right now he is just angry that he isn't able to eat or drink until the surgery team makes rounds. How unfair that they are taking their sweet time to get here - this boy has not eaten in well over 24 hours.

The news from the GI team this morning was that the C-Diff culture came back negative. They sent some more samples off to the lab but they are leaning towards a telescopic intestine again, which they think has resolved itself. The bleeding would then be from inflammation in the intestines. It's still a wait and see thing, but the situation seems to be getting somewhat better.