Confused

So I technically spent 26 hours in Mayo.  Took in a lot of fluids.  Feel a whole lot better.  I guess that is why I went into the hospital, I was in BAD shape.

Friday morning at midnightish, I was awoke by a large man in my room.  I had no idea how I had gotten into said room or why I was in said room or why I was wearing 1 sock.

I had a total mental freak out, luckily Jared the nurse was there to straighten me out carefully.  Although Jared was the big man in the room with me, he pulled up a chair, and we chatted.  It took him about 20 minutes of questions and answers to get back to reality.  Scary stuff.  It’s all right.

The doctors who roam as a pack had no clue what to do with me.  I had no infection, all my tests came back clean.  So, when you have a perfectly healthy guy taking a hospital bed, what do you do? You send him home.  So that is what they did.

Teresa is a driving machine.  3 1/2 hours up to find out I was staying on Thursday, 3 1/2 hours back late Thursday.  3 1/2 hours up when they let me go on Friday, 3 1/2 hours back.  That’s a lot of driving for 2 days.  I love her.  She is the greatest.

I did get to see my favorite nurse in training Sam.   She is a cool young thing.  I gave her email address for my party next March, I hope she emails me for info.


My friend Danny has sort of disappeared off the internet.  At least as far as I can tell.  He didn’t respond to my message ,”Are you ok?”  Makes me worried about him.  But I can’t have a D&D player who won’t respond to me.  So out with Danny and in with David.  It’s all good. I just have to message Danny that he is not in the game anymore.  That is gonna suck if he does answer finally.


Everything is set for next Tuesday and the new campaign of Mumble D&D.  Barring me ending up back in the hospital (ya never know, I am a dying man), we should have a bang up time with the party running around the Hole.  It’ll be the third time I have used the Hole as a backdrop, Cori has been in all the runs, so this time I threw 50 years into the future and killed off the happy and gracious leader replacing him with a whiny and whimpering leader who has offended every other leader and single handedly destroyed all trade deals the city had made.  So, at least it’ll be different, for Cori’s sake.


It’s weird being a man with a limited life.  Kinda glad I don’t know how much time I have left.   Would be very weird knowing that I think.  Right now, it’s sad, and scary.  I’m sure I have 6 months to live, maybe even a year.  Better have 6 months to live, would hate to miss my own party.


Teresa and were discussing dinner.  I still can’t eat much, but I sure can try to eat more.  Drinking I HAVE to fight thru and drink and drink,  It’s hard when you just don’t want to eat and when you do, everything tastes blah.  It’s really difficult.  But I will survive the eating issues and the drinking issues, I have more interesting ways to die….


Author: Jeff Campbell

I am 49 year old guy, who beat blood cancer but is getting his butt kicked by bone marrow cancer. At this point it appears I am dying. Married and in love with the most wonderful woman in the world (27 years). She has stood by me thru a lot of crap and I love her so.

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