25th March 2018

In quest of the type of antinausea medications that seem to work best with Nick, we headed yesterday to the local reservation of the Oneida First Nation, about 20 minutes outside of London. In anticipation of the country-wide legalization of marijuana, a few entrepreneurial guys there have opened the Red Eagle Smoke Shop - but this is not a place to buy cheap smokes. They have all kinds of goodies for the cannabis enthusiast, so we picked up some stuff that we felt would help with the nausea but minimize the lung irritation. 

 We ran out of lorazepam yesterday, one of the crucial meds that arrests vomiting and allows Nick to sleep - he was too sick to make an appearance at the drug store, and since lorazepam is a controlled substance, you have to show up in person with your ID in order to obtain it. Nick was far too sick this morning to get to the drug store, so in desperation, I went instead, with his ID. The pharmacist asked me, "have you taken this medication before?", I assented, and was handed the medication. Nick's photo ID looks nothing like me - except that we're both bald guys! 




Nick couldn't keep the lorazepam down, so I decided to figure out how to do IV hydration. One can learn anything from YouTube videos, and the operation of the Q Core Sapphire infusion pump is no exception. Five years of watching nurses hook Nick up to these things helped as well. Nick's getting hydrated and hasn't hurled in half an hour.  His nurse eventually showed up and gave some more advice as to when to administer meds to maximize the chances of keeping them down. Perhaps Nick will get on top of the nausea today.

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