Blogging Tunes: Grateful Dead - Pine Knob - 6/19/91 Set II
I've been working hard at learning the intro to My Friend My Friend and making great progress. One more practice session and I should have it nailed. My brain finally learned those crazy minMaj7 chords. Nate, you'd be proud.
In other news, my counts didn't move at all today. In fact, my hematicrits fell below 27 which means that I had to get another couple units of blood. Essentially, this all means a Friday discharge is out of the question. So the earliest is lookin like Saturday, and now even that's a stretch. Bummer, as I was really hoping to get out while ejsphilly is here. He flew in today (and is leaving Sunday) and visited me at the hospital on his way to San Rafael. Sorry, no pics.
Here's a pic of my counts on the whiteboard though:
The white blood count needs to hit about 1.0 before they'll let me go -- as you can see, it's sitting idle at 0.1. It's possible that if it's trending up (even if it doesn't hit 1.0) that they'll discharge me, but we really need to see 0.2 or 0.3 tomorrow. Tonight was my 4th neupogen shot, so we gotta be close to turning the corner. I'm actually having some pretty significant pain in my lower back, hips, and pelvic area -- it feels more like it's in my bones than in my muscles, so that's a great sign. Bone pain is a indication that the marrow is producing white cells. Now if they only had a narcotic-based pain reliever that didn't give me nasty side effects. I guess it's gonna be Tylenol. Nurse, please.
Johnny Dallas came by to watch Idol with me last night -- it was the San Francisco auditions. He got to see me lose my sh*t with the food service people. While the medical care here is top notch, the food service leaves much to be desired. Last night, even after multiple inquires about the status of my dinner tray, I didn't get any dinner at all. This is after they assured me that my tray was coming. By the time they came to see me, the kitchen was closed (8:00p!), so after offering me some random extra tray they got me a dry-as-the-desert turkey sandwich with one piece of lettuce. Good thing I had an ample supply of Pop Tarts to augment. Oy vey. And, yes, the food services Director has already heard about it. I'm totally like that dude in the Snickers commercial who turns into a Diva when he's hungry: If it's the same girl tonight, I'll apologize to her -- wasn't her fault.
OK, enough of my bitchin'. I gotta focus on producing white blood cells, not the "small stuff" like food service issues.
I will kick its ass,