HUNKA HUNKA burning love…

Posted: November 6, 2018 in Postcards from Cancerland.


Yesterday was spent fighting the fever.
At one point it got up to 102.2. That was a little scary.
I’ve had antibiotics pumping into my body and numerous electrodes connected to my pasty chest.
I’ve taken countless pills out of tiny plastic cups. I’ve consumed some amazingly bland hospital food…”WHAT kind of soup did you say that was?”
My hospital bed seems to have a mind of it’s own. It occasionally makes a whining noise that sounds like an airplane and it starts to move up and down. I need a seatbelt!
I met with several doctors, including one from the infectious diseases department, she asked me 897 questions, poked around my belly, rubbed my feet, looked between my toes, and stared at my throat.
It was awkward.
Speaking of awkward, one very enthusiastic nurse offered me a sponge bath…”UMMM, no…I’m good.”
I think she offered because my head was starting to smell like vinegar.
I took care of that.
I was woken this morning at 4:30 am with the news that I needed a blood transfusion. It turns out that my hemoglobin (which is not a villain on Batman) is wonky.
I signed some papers and now we wait for some blood.
Blood changes everything.

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