Day +11: I'm fine, not sure about the technology

 Another 3 a.m. phone call from our care team to tell me that my monitor is saying I'm dying.  Nice of them to tell me but a quick check from the other gizmo tells us that my oxygen is at a splendid 96% snd my pulse is at the kind of level you'd expect from being called at 3 a.m. to ask if you're dying.  I really do, honestly, appreciate this care but do wish that I had a bit more confidence in it.  It's not as bad as my first go around with this treatment when I would be woken up by bright fluorescent lights twice a night so somebody could check on this stuff manually but at least Susan didn't have to get woken up as well.  Indeed, it's she who gets woken up as I don't hear the phone.  She is pretty expert at not disturbing me, too. 

So, what to do once you're done sleeping for the night and wide awake at 4 a.m. with none of your home toys around you?  Grab a computer only to find it tells you nothing but that trump is still alive and being a dickhead (they call that news?)  Check the price of Fender Jazz basses on ebay?  Yup - still outrageous.  How about a Romanillos classical?  At least if I got one of those it would confirm that I really can't play classical guitar.  Price of  a cruise on the Rhein (still top of my bucket list)?  I've seen worse.

Check my appointments at the cancer center - every other day for the rest of the year, 5 hour round trip from home.  As it mostly involves having saline pumped into me and blood sucked out of me, can I get it done in Asheville, please?   I've asked everyone here in Charlotte and have so far been told "Dunno".

Susan tells me that Captain Buttfuck is giving a talk in prime time TV this evening detailing his accomplishments.  That should take 15 seconds.

Did I mention that I would really like to go home now, please?  My original schedule said that the day after tomorrow is the magic date and I'm good with that. 

And, for them of you as likes gore, here's today's blood draw, suitably edited to preserve folks's privacy.

 

 


 

 

 

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