Well, as is usually the case, this hospital stay is clearly not about rest and relaxation! Unless I dreamed it, the janitor emptied my trash at about 10:20. And I think my nurse was in about a dozen times last night, drawing blood twice, adding potassium to my drip, taking urine samples, etc etc. She started a transfusion at about 6:45, and chemo will start when that finishes.
Determined to avoid the proffered, lovely and fashionable butt-baring hospital gown in favor of my own jammies, I got up and showered (it was predictably lukewarm - I promise you that's not an exaggeration) at 6:00. I had to take care of that before they start the 22 hour chemo drip today; can't Houdini a t-shirt on or off while you're hooked up to an IV.
Seriously…why is it that after all this time, no one has designed anything more comfortable, attractive, and just generally more conducive to a patient's self esteem than the hospital gown? One size fits all -- REALLY??? I've seen 200lb men shuffling down the corridor in the same size gown (er…probably the EXACT same gown) they want me to prance around in. Half of them (the gowns, not the 200lb men) have permanent knots in the back ties so you can't even remotely adjust the fit. If you roll over in your sleep more than once, they wind up in a bunch wound up around your armpits. And then there was the one with the peak-a-boo pocket right over my right boob.
Anywho. I'm sitting here watching appropriately poison yellow poison flow through my IV into my veins. Pretty funny to watch everybody gown up and double glove to handle the stuff, and then they plug it into your arm and open the flood gates. Huh. Something tells me there's got to be a better way to treat cancer...