I haven’t been able to eat or drink all day. So tomorrow I go to the doctor for an IV of fluids. Not how I want to spend my Wednesday morning, but hey, it’s gotta be done. At least I am not bad enough to have to go to the Emergency Room tonight.
This sucks, I have never had a problem eating or drinking before, but now it’s like Mission Impossible. I’m just totally not hungry or thirsty.
My wife called Mayo, who said “we can transfer him up here.” That’ll be the day that I am dying. If I get admitted to Mercy, I will damn well get released from Mercy. I see Dr. Alkhateeb on Friday anyway and there will be more lecturing, but there doesnt seem to be anything I can do to change things. BAH.
My wife then called my local Oncologist, who was out of the office, but his nurses weren’t. They are all set to do blood work and give me an iv of fluids tomorrow morning. I have no idea if I will see Dr. Wehbe tomorrow or Thursday (like I am scheduled).
They have already tested and retested me (They being Mayo) this is not GvHD. Much to everyone’s confusion. My stomach is in perfect health. Everything on the way to the stomach (which isn’t much) is in perfect health. Hell, after all these tests, except for the fact the I am dying, I am in pretty good condition. Dehydrated and weak, but the rest is doing good.
I thought the nightmare was over when they released me on Friday. I did good enough over the weekend I think. Yesterday I know I Did good. Today hit me like brick wall. The nightmare continues.