Happy St. Patrick’s day, one and all! The Vampfamily is getting a little down time today, with Vampboy heading to the grandparent’s, Vampmommy taking in a bit of quality time with a friend, and my plans to sit in Barnes and Noble and chew through a good book. I also plan to stop by my office for a bit, so I can watch the hordes of drunkards spill out onto the street from the local Irish-style pub that is across the way. Given that I do drug and alcohol prevention for work, it’s helpful to witness first-hand the sad display of my job security.
No real news on the “Vampboy Cancer Front” — we’re in a holding pattern to start his next chemo round until his counts rise. We’re hoping for next Friday, but that remains to be seen. It also does not help to have the local medical lab send incorrect lab results to Vampboy’s doctors, which they did this week. While it’s not amputating the wrong leg, it certainly could have put him at risk with his low immune system. We have seen any number examples of mistakes in Vampboy’s care, but I’m fortunate to have a wife who hovers like a hawk over it’s prey, ready to pounce on the first Resident that so much as blinks incorrectly.
So while we wait, Vampboy continues to obsessively clean the house with his toy vacuum and broom. While I know he will have any number of issues related to his cancer as he grows, I am now wondering if we have a little OCD patient on our hands. Fortunately, his need to keep things tidy doesn’t translate to putting his toys away yet, so I have some sense that perhaps it’s just a passing fad. However, if it means that there isn’t dog-hair tumbleweed floating across the living room floor, so be it.