On ice

i went to work on Friday. Had a lovely lunch with a fellow “cancer buddy”. Then around 3:30 I started to feel cold. And by 3:50 I had to leave. I shuffled along to my parking garage, drove home, went straight upstairs and into bed. 

I had the chills, started piling on the blankets and my temperature started rising: 99.8, 100.8, 101.7, 102.7.  I called my local oncologist and they wanted me to be admitted. Maia drove me to the hospital and Kirsten met me there. 

The staff at Smilow met their “gold standard” of care in this situation by getting my blood cultures drawn and IV antibiotics going in under an hour. My fever did go as high as 102.9 at which time they brought in the ice bags. 

By 9:00 my fever seemed to go down as fast as it went up. Kirsten could tell as I went from laying there not talking at all to talking more and more and more!

They have kept me here and weaned me from IV antibiotics to oral and tried to get my nausea under control. I should go home this morning. 

I won’t be going back into the office this week. Turns out Friday was my last day there. I’ll stop in on my way home today and grab my laptop, etc. and hopefully be up to working from home this week. 

As always it takes a village. Sarah and Demian took Minka to the vet for me Saturday morning (something that had to be done prior to my SCT). Sounds simple, but not with Minka! She is a bit of an anxious pup and HATES the vet. She got out of her collar outside the vet (which is on Main St. in East Haven). They scrambled to corral her and Demian heroically, quick-thinking, and fleet of foot stopped traffic on Main St. so Minka wouldn’t kill herself!