Readmitted!

All I can say is 'drat'. After a relatively uneventful, month or so out of the hospital, I'm back in. 

Here's the story. I was up for a routine check-up at the clinic this morning, and the nurses say to me - "Patrick, we've missed you so on the 10th floor - things have been so dull since you left. Remember those 2 kegger parties we used to have when you first got here? Why don't you come back to visit - just for a day or so? We'll party like there's no tomorrow." Of course, I was happy to oblige. And so here I sit, new room, in a new wing, enjoying all of the creature comforts I've come to expect at Massey (including some excellent sashimi and some Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA).

The true story is much less interesting, I've been running a temperature for a few days, had a couple episodes of syncope (fainting), and chills. In the world of stem cell transplantation, I guess this is something that raises a few flags.  So I get some antibiotics, and a trip to the tenth floor. 

They've taken some blood cultures to see whether there's some kind of bacterial infection. The doc says just a couple of days here, and off I go. 

In other news, all of this time in Richmond seeing the sights has sparked a little interest in the news of the past. I've been looking at some transcriptions of Richmond newspapers from the 1900s and civil war eras. I'm not looking for anything specific, but it's interesting to read about the events of days past in the words of the people who experienced them, and in an accessible style. It's my anti-Wikipedia way of exploring history.