Later that same day...

The nurse came around with my i.v. anti-biotics around 10am. I proudly proclaimed "I am refusing treatment, I am going home, let me see a Doctor". And so it was, a good hour later I saw a Doctor. Only things didn't go entirely to plan. Once again my blood counts were low, 14 on the platelets, 8 on the red (12 is better), and still neutropenic. They did not want to let me go home. Still I pleaded. "We can't keep you in, but we advise that you stay." What can you say to that? I was so frustrated and built myself up so much for going home I could just not bear it anymore. Luckily there was a solution. Chris and Tracy would come and take me out of here for a few hours. And that they did. I went outside, breather the fresh air, focused on something more than 25 meters away, and appreciated the green and blue. I also had some great fish and chips, but most of all it reset my patience button. On my return I was told that they wanted a full 5 days of anti-biotics so that means I won't even be out tomorrow, it will be Saturday, as long as my temperature doesn't spike. By the time you read this all this will have happened as I'm writing this on my lappytoppy in the past.