Drip, Drip, Drip
(reprise)
Actually, when I think about it, watching paint dry might just provide a bit more satisfaction than watching IVs. When the paint is dry, that bit of the renovation is complete and you can move on to a new room. In the case of IVs – one is simply replaced by the next in line, and the next, and the one after that. Whether it is blood, platelets, calcium, magnesium, potassium, immune suppression drugs, antibiotics or solution-du-jour – the little boxes attached to the IV pole modulate the flow and seem to announce a change rather loudly. That change, completion or “air-in-the-line” of course is most likely to happen in the few minutes between interruptions that might possibly have been intended for a nap.
Otherwise – this is D+11. Things are proceeding. At least we think they are. No signs of rejection in either direction, but no real sign of some of those millions of stem cells settling in and setting up housekeeping either.
There is NPR, and the baseball playoffs (such that they are) and the occasional phone call/email to keep George entertained. I think he is beyond the worst of lousy feeling secondary to both the chemo and radiation. No clue how much longer he will be here as an inpatient, all depends on when those stem cells settle in and start producing.
