I have spent my evening eating Fun Size Milky Way bars and getting too excited over the season finale of Lost. It just ended - on quite the cliffhanger, I might add - so I figured I should get my write on. I feel my evening's actions are justified though. I have happily consumed the small candy bars knowing that after tomorrow, I probably won't want to eat chocolate for at least a month. That's right folks, tomorrow, I start up again with chemotherapy Session A. Happy, happy infusion drugs for three straight days. But here is the great news: I was told I will be discharged this Saturday, which is only three days away! No more three week stays.
So, comparatively, today has been pretty good. I had another bone-marrow biopsy this morning, which went surprisingly well. I don't know what the doctor did differently this time, but I barely felt anything. And then they admitted me, and I've spent the rest of the day reading, mostly. Once again, I am on the same floor that I'm used to. I'm actually in the room next to the first room I ever stayed in. Aah, memories. It was funny because immediately when I got on the floor, all the nurses were waving at me through my window and say hi and asking where my guitar was. I assured them it is on its way. I like the nurses; they're both friendly and good at their jobs, which is always a good combination. But it's been a long day, and now I think I need to start thinking about sleep, although it is only an hour or so until the night nurse comes around to take my vitals. Haha. I'm not going to say it's good to be back, because it absolutely isn't, but I am more comfortable being here now that I know what to expect. Also, it helps a lot that they told me I could be discharged on Saturday. Hopefully I'll survive these next few days with no side-effects so I can get me home. Otherwise, happy Thursday to all, and to all a good night.