Thursday afternoon

I decided to get off this bed, put some clothes on and stop being a sick person. The problem with being in bed all day is you tend to take on the roll of being sick. If you are dressed and walking around then you become a well person. Today I am well.

Catherine Wood is the person that is in control of bone marrow transplants, it's her job to liaise with everyone and keep me informed of where things are at.
She came into my room this morning and commented on how well I looked. My theory must have some merit!

I told her about how negative the haematologist was this morning and then I showed her my note book of blood counts. I said we will be fine by tomorrow and she expressed a more positive outlook. Saying we were still within the window for harvesting and it was early days yet.

My hair is now coming out in quite large quantities, not yet clumps, but not too far off. The swollen lymph node is thought to be a blocked/infected saliva gland (I have my doubts I think it's an infected/inflamed lymph node myself) the doctors said they will get at ENT specialist to check it out tomorrow.

I know when it comes to food I usually have some quite strong views. The German food was just plain weird. However because of my mouth and throat ulcers (Stomatitis) I'm on a pureed diet. Everything is just a splodge on a plate. Not only does it look disgusting it tastes like it too. I haven't eaten solid food in a week. I wonder what my weight is? Perhaps I'll pop down the hallway and weigh myself... 69.9KG
Why do people find it so hard to loose weight? 4kg's in a week and I can't even say I'm hungry. However I don't want to loose weight and I shall make up for lost eating once I can swallow without pain.

I have a car in my workshop tomorrow, the customer has driven down from Napier to us build him a high performance exhaust system. The problem is it's a unique sort of car and until it arrives we can't order in all the bits we need because we don't know what the original system looks like. I've spent most of my day looking at websites to see what overseas manufacturers systems look like and then I have scoured the country, phoning several of my suppliers trying to get the unique style of mufflers I require. I've told them I'm designing the system from my hospital bed. I'll get Kurt to order the parts once he has confirmed dimensions. The car must be finished by Monday and I'll be stuck here probably till Saturday at the earliest.