Well, by the time we get here my temperature was 103.5 DF. They admitted me and that is where I write from now... the Penthouse, lol. Last Room on the very top (12th story)..It would appear that I will be out at the earliest, Saturday or Sunday... but that at change as I am still running on and off temperature.
My white cells .09 and should be 4.8-10.6... not too good. They have brought and left this sutff to clean and care for my neck radiation burns, which are severe.
I doubt that I will be checking email tonight and am tired. I mouth breathe when I sleep and that wakes me with pain and bleeding. I considered taking Morphine on top of the patch but I really the pain to awaken me.
The staff here at UT are nothing short of excellent. The food ain't 1/2 bad either, lol. Dr Panella is also checking my urine and blood work and has has ordered more X-Rays of my chest. They have added Oxygen because my O2 stats are down.
I tricked Denise into eating.. I told her I was hungry (they are wanting me to gain weight) and so downstairs she went. I kinda stumbled around on what I might eat, but for her to use her own opinion. She came back with stuff she liked and I should be able to eat. Told her I couldn't and hate to see it wasted... so she ate it. She needed that.
A lady down the hallway just coded tonight. They were working on her when Denise came back in. The guy who came to get me for the chest X-Ray brought a stretcher, which I thought weird at first. I think this floor is the one where very, very sick people come. Advanced cancer, compromised immunity-- stuff like that. That explains the stretcher. I guess me being able to walk, but he wouldn't let me, rules.
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