I'm here. Hanging out with the nurses. Watching cable. Catching up on e-mails and my bazillion Facebook messages. Waiting for this slow poke system to kick in so I can get my daggone chemo. I got up here on the sixth floor around 10 a.m. but I won't get my juice until around 6 p.m. tonight. Kablewy.
Really I need not complain. This is time without being hooked up to my perpetual buddy, Cletus the IV Stand.
So this regimen lasts five days, and if all goes well, I'll get kicked out sometime on Saturday.
Later today, I'll snap a few pix of my new view of street and lovely buildings. My room's a little on the small side, but I've got a little foyer area that cuts out noise and a large, freshly tiled bathroom.
My mom and Little A came by for lunch and brought me a nice bucket of goodies and sugar-based comforts. Little A had gotten pretty comfortable with hanging at the hospital, except after about an hour, he started asking, "Are we going home now?" He brought with him some new car toys and my old stuffed Garfield. Odd, I never thought that I'd see my own child playing with my old toys.
Thanks everyone for the positive comments and messages. Your love and kindness has become my life raft in these choppy waters.
Peace out from the Big House, cell 38.