Said my body to me.
I got the good drug Saturday evening and things were looking up. The hospital discharged me Sunday afternoon. Then everything went to hell.
Was taken by ambulance from my house to the local ER Sunday night, and from there by ambulance back to Boston. I’m back on the IV steroids, etc., and am currently waiting for more information. Been rescanned, re-X-rayed, sucked dry of blood once more. Just hoping there’s no re-colonoscopied in there too. Sleep would be nice, but the closest I got was being knocked out with morphine.
On the plus side, I got into the cancer ward this time so I have a very modern, private room with a beautiful view of Cambridge. It’s practically luxurious. Still sucks though.