It's Thursday - still in prison

      My original release date was last Monday.  It's now looking like next Tuesday.  Nothing ruins your chi like  being told that your parole has been denied.  I'll pound something out here - but it probably won't be much.

I've kind of bounced from infection to infection.  These infections have caused my delay in leaving. The last infection is the most insidious.  It seems that all the little poop cells in the bowels of my body all got together and decided to create a huge water slide.  They  propped open every door, every valve, every opening in my intestines from my stomach all the way to the final exits to the outside.  They would then take a running start in my belly and throw themselves into the luge-like side, through the twist and turns, all the way until it spit them out into the out side world.  They probably charged $4-$5 that they used to go to their Annual Poop Convention.  (They used to hold it with the Mucus Guys, but that was before they made it big in Hollywood.)

Anyway you can imagine my surprise when my orifices began to erupt, unannounced, with all sorts of vile and detestable materials.  It caused quit a stir here in the hospital.  My ego will never be the same. (No, Jimmie, there weren't any 18 year old Candy Strippers to clean me up.)  It's called C Diff, for those of you that are medically inclined.  And the pain of the contractions was horrific.  I have great respect for you ladies now!   So they immediately put me on a ton of antibodies, including a constant drip of Morphine, which I'm on now.  Believe it's tough to search your person list of vocabulary words when your on morphine.

But they've seemed to have gotten that under control, they've hired 3 new people for the 3 that quit when they absolutely refused to enter my room upon open the door and smelling the stench. They swore that only an exorcism could clean up the mess.

Everybody's waiting to see if the system has settled down.  It's been a pretty hectic 6 days.  Ups and downs!!  This week has been the downs!!  More than I thought I could handle. This week was one of tears and hugs from my best friend, Becky.  I need to go home for a couple of days to find my inner peace again!    I"ll write again when I've got the strength.  Hopefully from home!      Chemo Bob.