I thought being in the hospital might provide ample time to catch up on books, games, shows etc …however I find it hard to concentrate. Supposedly this phenomena is referred to as chemo brain. I could confirm its a real thing if I could only think about it long enough (har har).
Since people are asking I thought I would provide status with a few pictures and captions.
Currently serving 9 to 11 days at University of Colorado Hospital
This is my room.
I am sure it is 2x as big as a prison cell but it reminds me of one. I can imagine now what being in prison is like. I advise against going there. Am pretty sure it would suck.
Below is my bed. one thing i have relearned is that in a hospital this is apparently not meant for sleeping. This is instead where the aliens come and perform their scientific experiments on you in the middle of the night.
The aliens demand that I provide this yellow juice as payment to them on a near hourly basis.
Tried to convince my son, The D Man, that it was freshly pressed apple juice, suds and all today. He did not have me pour him a tall Styrofoam cup of the stuff.
These are books I am not reading
The one on top is called Emotional Intelligence. I am not intelligent enough at the moment to read it. Verdict is out on whether this will change in the future regardless of the chemo brain excuse. Also, and btw, I find it ironic that a book about emotional intelligence is sitting on the top of the stack. Antithetical?
This is my shower. Sarah and I now have a walk in steam shower at our house. This one might be better. Being able to get disconnected from equipment and clean up is lovely.
I am grateful that this shower is not in prison.
This is a power cable – I know, “shocking.” Oh yeah, I still gotsit.
Power cable is hooked to this robot (okay not like Lost in Space Robot, that would be cool, but I have to entertain myself – nerd – somehow)
The robot is hooked to me 24/7 via 3 cables which make a “picc line” which is mainlined to my heart. The three cables I refer to as my “utter.”
I do find exercise is important. This is me dancing in my room
Napoleon D got nothing on me party peoples.
When I do escape my room, I walk these hallowed halls in my cool blue COHAUS socks. Yeah boy.
I see some things that remind me of bigger things. Joking aside, I am grateful that only the first 2 days were real rough. I pray for the people I see in halls. It could be a LOT worse.
This is me with hair.
I did one of those websites where you can see yourself based on the progression of hair loss (in this case in the next 7 days). I was shocked at how dead sexy I look.