Could Be Worse

Day 1 in the hospital and my neighbor had a screaming match with her boyfriend over the phone. The psychologist was called in and diffused the situation. Last night at 3 am she freaked again. This time she didn't want her meds and pulled her IV out. Of course this was accompanied by the signature screaming and high drama.  She  and caused such a ruckus that security has to be called. Eventually she was sedated and I got to sleep.

Sleep is completely elusive in the hospital on a good day. There is a schedule of checks and meds and chemo that run around the clock. My sleep opportunity is from about midnight to 3 am, and then 3:30 to 5:30. After that it is at 1.5 hour increments.  I can't wait to be home. I am told Dexxi misses me. Annie loves Kent, so she is fine.

The doc says I am on track to get out tomorrow. Which is good. No nap today even though I was uninterrupted and lying flat for 2 hours. I blame the caffeine and steroid cocktail. I feel like I am running fast and will crash at home for sure.

Dave and Melissa came for a visit before Italian dinner with the Italy bunch.  Such a nice break in my monotonous day.  There was a visitor outside my window. Looks like a falcon.  But by the time I got up, IV pole unplugged, and to the window, he was gone.

Yah... great view.

One more sleep and I will be home.

Ok... Maybe not much sleep. The neighbor is making tons of noise again...