Day 115--Starting PT

Torger is finishing up his last set of appointments before we move home...he had another skin biopsy on Wednesday and will meet with an endocrinologist next week. He'll also have to have some bone density scans. But today is the exciting one because this is his first appointment with a physical therapist. As I've mentioned before, he's pretty deconditioned after the transplant and several months of fairly limited activity. The whole time he was in the hospital, he'd get himself out of bed to do leg lifts and laps around the floor, but the post-transplant fatigue is harder to fight...especially when it's too cold or windy to walk outside. (He's also supposed to avoid much sun.) He can't be in the hotel's workout room when other people besides me are in there exercising, so you can see the problem. Walking the hotel halls and carrying the clothes basket down to the laundry room is a workout these days, and he finds it hurts when he leans on one elbow for too long because there's just no muscle there. So this appointment signals the real start of getting back into a more normal level of activity.

The Love Spud

When I was grocery shopping recently, I found this potato, which Torger named The Love Spud. Since Valentine's Day is just over a week away, I wanted to share it with all of you so that you, too, might share in the Valentine's spirit. I like how the little, crooked line on the righthand side looks like its potato heart is breaking just a wee bit. I actually gave it my sister, Marcy, after I took this picture, and her 1 year old promptly took a bite out of it. Either that is a warning to all her future boyfriends, or a sign that this younger generation has no sense of romance!

Day 112--Still in the Hotel

Both my cell phone and my secure connection to my work computer seem not to be working at the moment, but at least I can update the blog! We've had a pretty hectic week trying to get things ready to move back home. Even though we have permission to leave the hotel three days from now, we'll probably be here one more week beyond this one as we try to finish up our great last-minute remodeling escapade at the house. As always with this kind of stuff, it's taking twice as long and causing twice as many headaches as originally planned, but we actually planned for that, so we're doing OK. Thanks to Alex, Brandy, Mark, Marcy, and Mom for spending the day at the house Saturday sorting through stuff, taking down blinds, and cleaning up sawdust left from refinishing the bedroom floor. I can't even express what a huge help they've been in this whole process. Torger really, really hates the fact that he can't help, but that's kind of the point of this whole thing. He was on the computer last night reading about aspergillus and brain fungus in AML patients, and everything he read started freaking him out just a little bit more. There was a whole article about how pillows are a problem, which we already knew...but somehow seeing it in writing can make it seem more daunting. We both agreed he probably shouldn't ready that stuff for awhile. He did have a really interesting dream the other night. Somehow, Rod Blagojevich was hanging around him in his dream, and Torger just couldn't shake him. At one point, Blago scalded himself with some water and dream-Torger was trying to get him to put something cool on the burn, and Blagojevich wouldn't listen but also wouldn't stop complaining about it! Then when dream-Torger would talk to other people, Blagojevich would pop up and start accusing them of talking about him. It was a pretty funny dream, actually, but Torger was just annoyed when he woke up.