He's still bleeding. Unit #9 of pRBCs running. I'm tired of watching all the numbers and microanalyzing everything thing. I'm driving myself nuts. Looking for some peace. May have to find it in a corporeal form.
They are reversing him completely now. Trying to get his INR back to a normal person's completely. Trying to wobble along that path between the lions and the f*cking pirahnas. Argh.
Libby's birthday is tomorrow.