I’m still alive.
On Friday June 29 I was admitted to UW Hospital’s RehabilitationWing (pretty much the same location as 2 years ago) . This admission was due to the fact that (a) like two years ago, I am unable to swallow, and (b) I have a fever (38 degrees °C, about 101 °F).
Something different this time is that I have succumbed to the suggestions of UW Hospital staff and started taking lots of morphine. This has two effects. One is that I started writing this post at about 9AM this morning, and have been working on it more ore less continuously since then, and it seems to be not done yet. The other is that I have no idea whether it makes any sense.
Anyway, yesterday I was put on TPN, Total Parenteral Nutrition, aka “steak and eggs in a bag.” So at this point just about everything comes to me in a bag. World of the Future. I guess the pain came to me in a bag to start the whole thing off so it’s only fair.
It’s Day 9, so things may start to change soon. Whether they’ll change for the better is the big question.
Also, my hair is now starting to fall out. Good times.
