Today was my "day of rest" between the chemo and the transplant, but I guess my stomach didn't get the message because I felt worse than I had for the days when I was actively getting chemo, and because of that I couldn't nap like I wanted to. I'm getting so tired because I can't sleep in the hospital very well. I want my own bed at home.
They moved me into a new room across the hall that they uber-sterilized, including waxing the floors and putting in new air vents, in preparation for the transplant. I am glad they take this seriously, but now my room looks out on the St. Luke's helipad and I am finding myself awoken at all hours of the night when a life-flight comes in.
Transplant is tomorrow and I'm kind of scared even though it went well last time. What if something goes wrong this time around?
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