True Story

Ugh.

I was admitted Friday.  I was sent home Saturday afternoon.  I continue to be confused.

The short version is more appealing right now, so that's what you're getting.  Starting Friday night and ending Saturday around 11am I was hydrated intravenously.  The night was terrible, hospital nights usually are, I slept for just over 3 hours.  At 4am blood was taken for a CBC.  That CBC came back really funky.  They recorded a 30% drop in red blood cells, neuts at 600...  I don't know, it didn't make any sense.  The physicians, I kid you not, said they didn't want to do another blood draw because that would be confusing.  What?  How is having multiple samples spanning a period of time confusing?  Especially when the last sample was strange, one would think the physicians might want more data.  Anyhow, apparently not.  Thinking about this makes my brain hurt.

I feel very much like a yo-yo.  In a few days I'm sure they'll readmit me, I'm just not sure they'll treat me.  I'm also relatively sure they'll do another bone marrow aspirate in the next day or two.  Who knows.  Maybe they'll get over their fear of re-checking my blood chemistry.  Ultimately I spent a bad night in the hospital and a good bit of time has been spent without achieving anything intended.  That's alright.  I'm happy to be home.

I'm tired.  I haven't ate well during the past four days.  My head hurts.  It started hurting last night, hopefully it quits soon.  I am not drinking enough water.  With my head hurting it's difficult to exercise.  Sleeping in the hospital bed bruised my left side in a serious way.  I'll figure it out.  The hospital stay really beat me up; hospitals suck.

This weekend our refrigerator died.  Luckily we have a second refrigerator that we use in the garage.  Max and Jonas have spent a lot of time over the past two days playing frisbee with Emily and me in the backyard.  I probably shouldn't be out there but I'm unwilling to sit around in the house.  Now it's Sunday evening.  Emily and the boys are doing the Sunday dinner thing at her parents' house.  I plan to brush, rest, eat, brush, hang out with Emily for a bit, eat, brush, and go to bed.

There were several somber moments this weekend; I did what I could to interrupt them with flatulence.  

The last few days have been good, despite the hospital/physician craziness.  Emily continues to be the glue holding it all together.  I love Emily the most; and not just because she is the best and prettiest, but she is.

The picture of the day is a recent shot of my boys and Megan: