A good morning

After I had a full day of chemo yesterday, I was exhausted, I went to bed early and grouched at my CNA about being sleepy and having to pee, and my hat being full. (for those who don't know, they have to record everything that comes in or out, and I can fill the pee bowl (a hat) higher than the marks meant to measure the recording).  I apologized at one point during the night when I started to feel half human again.

I woke up at about 5:30 AM, and walked and did some exercises the physical therapist brought me yesterday.  She seemed to be excited to have someone request anything from her, when I asked for some small exercises, so I'm sure she'll be elated to find me some stretches to do today.

My aunt Lesa said that she wanted to come by today around lunch time, which should be good, and it sounds like my sister and Winter will be visiting again, so I haven't completely had my time to myself and my expansive crew of caregivers.  I just ordered breakfast and it sounds like they'll be giving me a blood transfusion today.

My line seems to be doing well, even better than the first time, wound care is on Thursdays, so I had just missed the last one when it was put in, but I can tell its really finding its home in there and is starting to itch a bit at the skin site.

And yes, I stole the beanie I was planning to last night before passing out.

Counts

WBC=1.1   :(  No kisses.

HCT=23.2  (this will get higher-yay)

PLT=88