DAY 7: Dorothy was right: no place like home...

Sorry for going quiet since Thursday. I ended up spending the majority of Friday with my eyeballs glued shut, due to a sneaky nausea and vomiting attack that chased me down. Friday was, therefore, more of a 'just get by' kind of day. I never suspected that I would be unable at any point to share an update, but the last few days have proven just that.

They discharged me yesterday (Saturday), and so I was able to sleep in my own bed last night with my wonderful, wonderful wife. As icing on the cake, I was not awoken every few hours for blood draws or vitals. Apart from draining the bladder a couple of times, it was a pretty uneventful night. Thank goodness for that.

The sensation of losing taste buds is very awkward. The only food I really seem to crave is Rice Krispies with banana. Hot foods still annoy me. My mouth has a constant metallic taste which leads me to the mouthwash bottle several times a day. As you know me, I really love to eat... and savor good foods... so this is really a tough thing. The nausea comes and goes throughout the day, coupled with the lack of appetite-- not a good combo.

Ok-- I seem to be harping on the negative and have little lucidity to put cohesive thougths together. I better stop and go back and lie down until a better time.

Thanks immensely for your support and encouragement. While I cannot answer phone calls and emails very easily, please know that I really appreciate you following up on us.