No fever last night! It seems the antibiotics worked, thank God. We'll see what tonight brings, but for now I'm just receiving a nice bag of donated red blood cells to help my hemoglobin level come up a bit. Lack of red blood affects digestion (and I don't need any more digestion problems!) and energy levels, since oxygen is carried to the cells throughout the body by the red blood cells. Everything wears me out. Brushing my teeth is exhausting. Eating is a chore, and its opposite is more so. Hopefully, I will only have to put up with this exhaustion for another week until my own body thinks my mom's cells are my own, after which my newly-own marrow will start making my own new blood again. Today is Day +11 and all I can think about is getting back to my home, my family, my studies, my pool table, and some decent food. Having been blessed with another day of life I can't imagine it not being full of love and happiness, even here in this hospital room. And never being satisfied with less, I can't help but think of one of my favorite Frank songs, All Or Nothing At All. He may be Sinatra, or the Chairman of the Board to everybody else, but to me he's Frank and has been since my freshman year of high school when I first started to shooby-doo to Strangers In The Night. I hope y'all enjoy today's selection!
