This morning I woke up and immediately felt the backs of my hands for forests of cancerous moles. I had a strange dream, full of really bizarre and unrelated concepts as my dreams are wont to do, but the one major thing I remembered from it was that in it, I had sprouted giant moles on the backs of my hands and I was very panicky about it because if I didn't get rid of them soon, I wouldn't be allowed to be admitted for my transplant and it'd get delayed indefinitely. No matter how much I rubbed or scratched at them, they kept growing until my hands looked almost furry.
Well, when I woke up, my hands were perfectly normal. I saw the PA this morning and once they saw that my counts were holding steady they told me to go home and wait for the admissions desk to call me when my room was ready. I don't remember where we were the last time to wait for the admissions people to call, but this time they were faster than I was and called before I'd even finished packing up my stuff for my month-long stay. It was strange packing knowing that they were waiting on me.
I'm in "pediatrics" again this time, though they're renovating the actual pediatric wing so they really just moved up all the cheery artwork and children's amenities (my room has a Wii AND a PS2) to one of the adult floors. So no pedodome. Also no good kitchen - the "family kitchen" is really just a closet with a fridge and microwave in it.
Chemo starts tomorrow, which means popsicles for breakfast!
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