Day -2 Rest day A rainy day in Charlotte with not much to do

 No medical stuff today, just hanging out and enjoying having an immune system.  I'm feeling good -yesterday's dopey stuff has mostly worn off and the three pipe port they've stuck in my chest (may add a photo later) is pretty much unnoticeable most of the time and, at its worst, hurts less than banging my shin on the coffee table.

As it is a pretty grumpy rainy day we did a couple of errands, starting by hunting down a load of quarters for the hotel laundry followed by a trip to CVS for batteries for the TV remote and Publix to top up on mostly fruit.  Is it my imagination or has fruit got outrageously expensive?  $2.99 a pound for pears (or abut $1.20 each) strikes me as a fortune.  That's $NZ11.22 a kilo.  I can remember getting a 20kg bag for less in Oratia.  $5 for a jar of gherkins seemed a bit much, too.  Perhaps I'm having flashbacks to the 1960s when I had to do all my own supermarket shopping.  Debatably the most useful lesson I learned at Bedford College.

 That's the view from our room at the hotel (whose name I can never remember - Fairfield, maybe.  Nope - Residence Inn: I had to google it as there are no longer directories or match books in US hotel rooms).  It's the parking lot for the Carolina Panthers' stadium which is on the left of the picture.  We made the mistake of trying to get to the hotel from the hospital just as the football crowd was kicking out last night.  Half the roads were blocked and the traffic lights weren't operating to let police officers, who gave every impression of never having been taught to direct traffic, directed the traffic.  I was still off with the fairies from the anaesthetic so I didn't care (Susan was driving).

We get another rest day tomorrow before the real fun starts.  Top of the pile will be bumping off my immune system followed by sticking my modified stem cells back in me to wage guerilla warfare on the myeloma.  I am assured that I will feel like crap but not as crappy as the first time.  I've got loads of braindead entertainment with me and may even watch Flying High (aka Airplane) if the bedroom is soundproof enough for Susan not to be able to hear. Whatever I watch or do, something tells me I am going to fall asleep.

Final vital task for the day has been getting my calendar for next week into my phone.  I have an infusion every day but at different times so definitely not something to commit to memory (which in my case I have not got).