first night
mom and dad left around 8pm last night–strict adherence to the visiting hours.
after they left, i felt alone for the first time. that was when i wrote
yesterday’s entry. i wrote until i felt content, and laid down to rest.
needle pokes and platelet transfusions later: my neighbors are snoring like
machine guns. i really tried to find compassion–i thought that this was
the first test that god was giving me: my natural thoughts of disgust of
fat people–especially now that they were disturbing my rest…well, lets
just say that it took alot of work on my part and i don’t think i passed.
it came to a point where i asked the nurse for ear plugs–but they didn’t
have any. i tried forming earplugs from the coarse handnapkins that i was
coughing blood into. but that didn’t work. and so, at my wits end…with
snoring that i’ve never heard of before–i called nar and asked her at 2:30
in the morning to get me earplugs. i walked out to talk to my nurse f*
to tell him that nar would need to be let in. i think he thought that i
was crazy to ask my sister to do something like that: but he saw how flustered
i was and finally agreed to move me to another room.
he helped me move rooms, and the first few moments of peace and quiet were
heavenly. but then, the person in the new room turned on the tv. DOH!
actually, the tv was much better than the snoring–the new roommate was
considerate: the lights were out, and the volume was low. i think i slept for
15 mins or so.
f* found it ironic when he next checked in on me. but i was able to get
some sleep.
at about 6:30 in the morning, dr. d* came in–i couldn’t see his face
clearly b/c my contacts were out. but we talked about what the options were,
etc. i told him that Dr. HD wanted some of the samples, etc.
the wheels are in motion–which picked up sometime in the afternoon b/c i
didn’t feel like anything was getting done in the morning.




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