Released

Years of living on reserve has made us aware that plans can change quickly. Last night when I told Kent last night we have to go the hospital because I spiked a fever, he dropped everything. I wasn't even in the system when I arrived.

Of course, when they took my vitals, the fever was down. Exercise in futility? Probably not. My Doctor had no doubt I has a neutropenic fever and I got antibiotics to be sure there wasn't an infection allowed to run rampant.

Breakfast was nice, but interrupted. Everyone has a job to do here, and it is a constant revolving door of things to do: weight, vitals, visit from physical therapist, seen by nurse, seen by mid level, seen by doctor, visit from Stefan, catering, etc.  No one ever said hospital stays are restful. We have a neighbor who has been in the hospital at Atlanta Medical Center for over a month now.  I can't imagine how badly he wants to get home.  He is very close to being released. Paws crossed.

Plateletes are the determining factor in my schedule.  If they are 40 or higher, I will have the weekend off. If not, I go to clinic on Sunday.  As always, since I m still at my low, if I show signs of a fever or chills, heart problems, etc., we get admitted again.  Upon release, my paperwork said 55, so next clinic Monday!

Room 462: new view, funky airconditioning with a mind if it's own. 

The nice people on TV say it's Labor Day Weekend, and the start of Fall. It's a stretch, but I decided to celebrate with a big pot of pulled pork chili.

Hey, it's only 90 outside. I am thankful for good airconditioning!