“Look into the eyes of any patient man,

Whether they be amber, green, or blue…

There’s a piece of God staring back at you.”—George Michael, Patience

I’m sorry I haven’t been up to posting updates over the last couple of days. I haven’t felt well, and even now, I don’t expect this to be a long entry.

The last few days have been rough. I’ve spent much of them sleeping, dealing with the fact that my back has been painful from being in bed so much, and working through a complication.

My stomach has been pretty severely distended. Over the last couple of days, they’ve been trying to work out the exact cause. It has made sleeping or even sitting upright very uncomfortable—to put it mildly. It’s also made it extremely difficult to eat. Coupled with fatigue and the fact that the hospital is more or less a miniature City that Never Sleeps, it’s been miserable.

My immune system and platelets are pretty much at rock bottom now, but the nurse tonight assured me that things will only start going up from here.

The stomach distension is a little better than it has been, so I’m hopeful that I’m on the right track.

I wish I had something more entertaining to share. The best news is, I suppose, that despite how hard the last few days have been, this period is often worse for SCT recovery patients.

Maybe I do have something entertaining for those of you who, like me, enjoy a stupid pun. SCT patients require a lot of patience.

Good night! Remember, I’m here every night at the Good Journey Comedy Club—unless I’m not!