Day +6: Disneyland without the fat people.

Well, another day in Stem Cell Transplant world has completed.

I realised today that in many ways, it's just like a trip to Disneyland Florida.
Well. Apart from the fun rides. There aren't any fun rides. And the toilets - there are no queues for the toilets, you get one all to yourself. There's also a dearth of people on the "slightly chunky" side; in general, most of the folk - nurses included - are a bit on the thin side. Pasty, even.
There's also no merchandise though you can take home any unused pee bottles. Ok, so it's not really like Disneylad Florida. True, the food's shit and probably not good for you and people sneak into your room in the early hours and stick lubricated digits up your bum - but the similarity ends there. Actually, to be fair, the bum-finger bit's more Disneyland Paris.

I will say one thing though - would rather be doing this than going to Disneyland. Mickey Mouse aint getting one brass cent of my money, no siree. Note, this vitriol against Disney is quite a new thing , probably steroid induced, but nonetheless meant.

I have no interesting blood count statistics for you today - the Doc was supposed to come back and tell me, but failed. I've asked the nurse so may get some figures during my 2am visitation.

Today has been another very good day. We're all holding our breath a wee bit as things should - normally - go through a poorly patch before getting better. But so far, I feel grand - 95%.
Only sting in the tail is the sting in my tail. A day of sudden, borderline uncontrollable runny poo.

I long for the day I can report someting other than bowel motions. Tomorrow I shall create poetry - there ye go. A wee poum. Be preparred.

In the meantime, I'll get the jim-jams on and wrap up for the night.

Goodnight guys.