Gavin: Like, wow man.

The temperature that's been lumin all week (medical gag) broke at midnight as Sonny spiked a 39.3. This meant a flurry of activity as antibiotics were put up, more machines bought in and the familiar sound of beeping alarms began in earnest. He was understandably upset and couldn't believe that coming in for chemo has turned into yet another drama.
However, his mood was lifted at around 2am when his usual dose of Lorazepam was prescribed IV instead of a tablet. As soon a it was squirted in, he went all spacey and talked to me about the 'amazing colours' and how 'funny' my face looked.
He feels much better now which means either the drugs do work or it was yet another Sonny anomaly. In fact, as I'm typing this, he's making daisy chains for his hair and listening to Emerson, Lake and Palmer.