Day +10: Dazed and transfused

A patchy night's sleep last night which is odd because the nurses don't come and get my vital signs during the night since I had the Dick Tracy gizmo put on.  (read all about it at http://newatlas.com/visi-mobile-wireless-health-monitoring/25583/)  So out of bed about 7 and, having gathered enough of my wits to find the bathroom, my day started in the usual way.  Or would have done if somebody hadn't put the cap back on the bottle I am supposed to pee in.  Minor flooding disaster more or less averted, I grabbed a seat by the window to watch the snow which was falling thick and fast.  The on-ramp here has a strange profile - I think its gradient increases as you approach the freeway - so I reveled in the schadenfreude of watching pickup trucks get stuck going up it.  Problem solved by an 18 wheeler that jack-knifed on the on-ramp (only the driver's dignity was damaged) though he, with some help from a couple of cops, managed to get himself going again after about an hour of alternately spinning his wheels and, I would imagine, sitting in his cab cursing.
How's my numbers?  I'm glad you asked.
They are all in the basement as expected though the white blood cells are getting back to normal to fight off this RSV (aka toddler sniffles).  Folks were a bit worried about my platelets so they pumped a bagful into me (they weren't mine - someone else had donated them for which I will be forever grateful).  Nasty looking gunk, though - looks like cloudy pee.  I am conducting an independent experiment on the effects of a low platelet count.  Or, to put it another way, I shut my finger in the wardrobe door - I wonder if the nail will go black.  Nothing so far.
Did 3 laps of the walking track today - I swear it gets longer every time I do.  Marvin stands up to it well.  And for the first time I ran into another patient doing the same thing.  She was taking it very leisurely and I finished up lapping her.
There's talk of me being out of here on Wednesday, 4 days from now - fingers crossed.

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