Beth called today that she was coming down with a
cold and wanted to know what she should do. I told her about a
conversation earlier this morning with another patient who has been here
for two months. His chemotherapy had him in remission until two months
ago. Then he caught a rhinovirus in the community, the virus responsible
for so many ordinary head colds. He spent the next two weeks on a
ventilator and he is still here. Beth listened to the story and has been
by herself in the hotel all day today except for a brief visit to
Schnuck’s. She feels guilty for my being alone today, but her decision
was most proper with all the really sick patients who are here. I am the
lowest acuity patient on the floor and all the nurses want to care for
me for that reason.
I am amazed at the level of these nurses.
For the last three days I had Michelle, who is a polyglot, philosophy
major from Hebrew University in Jerusalem, professional Persian dancer,
and gourmet cook. Yesterday she brought all of her patients homemade
chicken and matzo ball soup, which takes her 18 hours to prepare. She
promised me in the morning that it would be a good day and it was thanks
to her soup and caring above and beyond the call of duty. This morning
she traded out my old bed which was killing my back. I bet the last
person to use it weighed 800 pounds. The new bed is a dream come true!
It has a more than 6” deep mattress that is fairly firm. I have been
sleeping more than 80% of the time since it arrived and Beth could not.
Beth
envisages stem cells as the Keebler elves that go into that tree and
crank out cookies. My Keebler elves are on board, but have not yet reported for duty. I am anxious to watch the red, white and platelet counts
reappear, courtesy of the elves. They will discharge me from the hospital
when the white count exceeds 1500 (currently zero) and they predict that
will be next Monday. If the counts remain stable by Friday the 11th, they will probably release me from the hotel and send me to Savoy to live in my next bubble.