And we can't seem to stop it.
Bob coughed and threw up blood again, steadily, starting around 2:45 p.m. Monday; there was a lot more blood elsewhere in his body, in places it wasn't supposed to be. his stomach was cramping, his heart rate soared, he got pale as paper again, he couldn't stop sweating, and yet his blood pressure held until just past 8 p.m. Then it started to drop. They ordered more red blood cell packs. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't rest in one position, the blood kept coming out, they've stopped any food and any water by mouth. His ICU day nurse, Mary, should be sainted, and I think his night nurse, Ed, is probably pretty damned good, too, but they couldn't make him feel better, and I couldn't. All I could do was wipe his mouth and his head, and hold his hand. He can hardly talk, he's so weak. And he's scared. So am I.
He's having another procedure tonight - should be starting about now, actually - with the bland umbrella name "interventional radiology." As I understand, it's pushing the same fluid they injected into his stomach via the endoscopy two days ago, to try to get the bleeding to stop. This time, they'll inject it through arteries in his groin, up into his stomach. I'm at home with a migraine, had to come home around 9 p.m. but I've told them to call me as soon as the procedure is over.
ETA: I had to call the ICU just now (1:17 a.m.) to find out that they decided not to do the procedure tonight. Instead they pushed three more packs of red cells. The doctor on shift said he called earlier but didn't want to leave a message because he didn't want to risk leaving a message at the wrong number. Uh-huh. No calls while I was home; Bob called me shortly after I got off the phone with the doctor. He says the man did call me. Ten minutes after I left. All he had to do was leave a message saying "please call the ICU" He didn't have to leave state fucking secrets on the damned phone. And, while Bob sounds stronger over the phone - thank you red blood cells - they've confirmed that they aren't going to give him much of anything to help him get to sleep. Some reasonable reasons, but he's still exhausted, and how the hell can he even begin to heal without sleep?