Patience is a virtue.

Today is T+4. That means It's been 4 days post transplant. Again I've had a nurse tell me how It's going to get worse before it gets better. Thy're really hammering this information home. I guess their policy is prepare for the worst accept the best. My mouth is a little more rose again today but I can still manage slices of toast. My blood pressure went down yesterday due to dehydration so I have been on iv fluid for 12 hours and have just hooked me up to another 6 hour bag. I need to drink more, which I'm attempting, but it goes straight through me. They are waiting on my stool sample to come back to check for infection. If It's clear then I can have something to stem the flow. If infected then I don't want to be bunged up with infection. The bank holiday isn't helping the results come back any quicker. I just keep telling myself it could be worse and every little thing that happens brings time forward a bit. Einstein wasn't wrong when he said time was relative because, relatively speaking, it's taking a whole lot longer for an hour to pass in here than if I was doing something fun.