Will you still love me to-marrow - John Mycroft and Multiple Myeloma

 Morning! In case you're wondering I didn't kark it yesterday but the hotel's power supply did for about 8 hours including my usual blog update time.  Needless to say it took out the internet connection and the hotel's dashboard with it.  Fortunately we still had cellphone service.  So our evening was spent noshing sandwiches and playing cards by the light of the tablet that the medics had given us to keep tabs on my sundry monitoring devices.  The sundry pills I'd been given to convince me that there were better options than having my right hand amputated worked wonders. Not that I don't enjoy sharing my bed with an ice pack. I slept soundly for 9 hours and even managed to find the bathroom in the middle of the night and my wrist is now back to its usual level of remembering sundry injuries from days of yore.  Today is more of the same - a visit from our local onsite guy either preceded or followed by the daily hour at the hospital having an armful of bloo...

 Something has caused my right wrist to hurt abominably - feels a bit like my left wrist did a few years ago when i nudged it with a 4 pound club hammer.  So I will be trying on a dictation program later

 My last few days have started with me bumbling around bumping into furniture and forgetting where I've put my laptop followed by checking if there is any good news from Mar a Lardo.  Today I am much more chipper and have my first cup of coffee inside me.  Today brings one medical appointment (another armful of blood) followed by 3 hours of math tutoring which is a great way of keeping the few surviving brain cells ticking.  Three students - one learning about different election methods and their advantages and drawbacks (I have to refrain from constantly saying "Unlike the shitty system here in the USA"), one learning a load of the arithmetic shortcuts that have been my private secret for the last 70 years (go on then - what's 87 x 93 in your head?) and one learning how to fly which suddenly makes trigonometry useful.  Unlike the worthless cow of a mother who would turn up at every parents' night at school and think it was clever to announce that she hadn't u...

 OK - so I left today's entry until I had something fascinating and exciting to report.  Well - there wasn't anything.  I spent most of the day feeling decidedly dopey and a bit wobbly but otherwise in good shape.  We went up to the hospital for my daily round of testing which started off with getting weighed (I don't know if it is for my benefit but the have switched the scale to kilos - I'd much rather be 90 kg than 200 pounds. They ask me the same set of questions every day to ensure my marbles are still intact so, just for buggerment, I counted down from 100 in 9s rather than in 10s this morning.  And I think I've been telling the the wrong name for the hospital but at least I have been consistent.  I can't remember the name of our hotel but I do know it starts with an R and it is next door to the huge football stadium so it's impossible to get lost if I go for a walk.  As I have mentioned before, Charlotte drivers are far more polite and respectfu...

 Major panic this morning - Doktor Nebel, who has been a medical mentor for close to 50 years, was nowhere to be found this morning.  Moving the bedroom furniture and calls to the FBI missing persons bureau produced nothing.  Had ICE deported him for being an undocumented immigrant?  Eventually he turned up in my laptop bag where he had presumably secreted himself to check on the quality of the care I am getting at Atrium.  I believe I have set his mind at rest and restored him to his rightful place by the bed.  It's a miserable day here in terms of weather so my daily walk is going to be achieved by parking in the wrong place at the hospital when I go in for my daily dose of stuff in an hour.  At least there doesn't seem to be any kind of even in town today so we can get to the hospital by the route recommended by our GPS.  My major effort for the day will be to start a new jigsaw, this time a Dutch street surrounded by tulips.  I'll tr...

 Having slept like a baby last night, I woke up a touch dopily at 6:30 and gazed out at a rather foggy day in Charlotte - visibility maybe 100 metres or so.  As the hotel is full of pre-teenage cheerleaders, we're avoiding the restaurant for breakfast.  Not much on the schedule today - just a shortish trip to have my oil changed at the hospital followed by a walk around the block and another jigsaw, this time a row of houses in front of a formal garden, that I scrounged from the hospital.  I'd been warned that today was the day that the transfused gunk would start to make me feel substandard but, other than having a bit of difficulty deciding which way was up, I still feel in control.  Susan has to ask me a dozen dumb questions every morning and I am under strict instructions not to give stupid answers. Meanwhile to prove I am not 100% bonkers, Susan's laptop is regularly announcing that it cannot connect to the internet, it doesn't have a network adapter and th...

 A gentle day today - up to the hospital to have a few tunes of blood sucked out of my pipes and get the good news that the numbers look good.  We took a longish walk around the city which, despite there being a football game in next door, seemed almost deserted.  The drive to the hospital wasn't too bad, either as wee have learned how to negotiate the closed streets. Because there is a football game on, the hotel is a bit crowded so we holed up in the second bedroom and watched a movie on television.  It must have been good as I haven't got a clue what it was - I think it was a light weight romantic comedy with Hugh Grant and the woman from Sex in the City being in the witness protection program in Wyoming.  And they all lived happily ever after.