Tunes this morning: Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La
What I wouldn't give to be able to go to the Cal/Oregon game today. I don't really even like College Football, but Charles has turned me into quite the Ducks fan, and now that means more than it ever did. At least it's on regular TV.
Worst night so far sleep-wise. Turns out there's some utility closet directly across the hall. All night long people going in and out, not really being careful to close the door quietly. Oh well, what can you do? I just forced myself to get the eff up, open the shade and soak in the sun and the beautiful view. It helps, but I'm definitely low-energy today. They say my red blood count is dropping, so they are going to give me more blood. Not to sound like a chapter out of Twilight, but at this point, I'm not going to say no to blood. When I got my first transfusion last Friday night, it made me feel 10x better.
Haven't been able to eat much lately -- as expected. Literally didn't touch my dinner last night. Just water, ice chips, and cranberry juice. They are probably going to breakfast soon. Maybe I'll eat a piece of toast.
Doogie Hauser, my resident dcotor dude just came in looking a bit haggard. He's a good guy. I like our morning talks.
Gonna rest for a little while and then maybe take a walk when Brown visits.
I will kick its ass,