Wayne woke up yesterday with a pain in his neck. Not surprising, I think to myself. “You fall asleep at the drop of a hat, you lay in the craziest positions, you probably slept wrong, and now you’ve a pain in the neck.” Sounds plausible, right? So I quickly dawn my sleuthing cape and what do I do, TOUCH IT. And in response, my sweet husband quickly slaps my hand away and looks at me as if I am Cruella Deville. However, like a dog with a bone, I will not let it alone. A quick call to the clinic to tell them what I suspect and we are headed to the hospital. (I should have this on speed dial by now). So indeed, Wayne does have a pain in the neck or rather a blood clot in his neck. Today, bright and early we were back at Huntsman to have his central line, his 3 port Hickman catheter taken out. The clot is not at the catheter site but about 2 inches above. Now he has been started on anticoagulant therapy to dissolve the clot. The good news – no more central line. He does not have to wear GLAD Press and Seal when he showers and can get wet. The bad news, because he is slow to clot and bruises easily, I must handle him with kid gloves to avoid being brought up on abuse charges.