Do I Have Anything in Me?...

So, as I mentioned yesterday. I’m a big wimp with IVs. This farcical phobia forces me to avoid looking at the IV pole, with all its scary dangly bags of stuff. So, and hence the title of his posting, I turn to my loving, dutiful, patient wife and ask “Is there anything scary going into me?”

On the lighter side of things... My daily schedule is starting to resemble something like the following: I start the day out with Vid checking in on me (she just finished a 30 hour shift and won’t be back here until tomorrow morning), then enters a nurse to pick up my pee (oh yea, I have to pee in cups all week. They’re pumping so much Fluid into me that they need to monitor how much is coming out too... I guess???). I have to “relieve” myself about once an hour. Next, enters someone to take my temperature, heart rate and blood pressure. He has to do this every 4th hour, on the hour. So, between all of the interruptions, sleep is hard to come by.

I did, however, manage to fall asleep right after Leno finished interviewing Simon Cowell. Fairly funny, I might add. Anway, shortly thereafter, someone walked in to give me my 1st dosage of the chemical. Luckily, I was so tired and groggy, that I don’t think I had time to worry about the potential side effects and how many of them, if any, might show up.

I was happy, the bed is just big enough for Amanda to slide in, and we were able to sleep together last night. Having her right here calms me down so much.