Blair suggested that I came back to the hospital because I'm looking for my own McDreamy. Sigh, I wish that was the only reason I'm here! I experienced another day of nausea and back pain, but today I got two massages - one from the massage therapist and another from my night nurse. I really, really, really needed it. I think all this lying and sitting around has made my back really tight. I've been taking oxycodone for the back pain and they increased my dosage to 10mg from 5mg and that seems to be helping and I've started taking walks around the hallway and doing some physical therapy exercises that I learned when I did hurt my back several years ago. I'm trying not to rely on the oxycodone, but it really helps. I just don't want to be like Rush Limbaugh and become an addict!
My Irish Team comes by to visit me every day (usually when I'm in the bathroom-how embarrassing to walk out of the bathroom to find 12 doctors standing around waiting for you) and they said today that I probably won't be home now until Friday or Saturday because my white counts are still low and I'm still running a fever. I am anxious to be home, despite the numerous doctors and nurses who fetch me juice, water, or Gatorade. I won't miss the daily blood draws, though. :-)
The nurses continue to weigh me every few days and I've lost about 5 pounds since my previous hospital stay (down a total of 14 pounds since January or February). I've been trying to eat here, but I'm just not hungry and nothing tastes good. I had chicken noodle soup for lunch yesterday, which I promptly threw up. I've been reduced to eating ice cream milk shakes and italian ices. I manage to eat my fruit loops for breakfast just fine, but any meal after that does not sit well with my stomach. I hope I can eat something tomorrow as I can't stand to lose another pound.