Treatment day

They’ve switched my meds up which means the day and schedule has changed. Now it’s on Monday and since it was a new drug Jeff came with. He said it was to be there if I had an allergic reaction, but I think it was really for the cookies.

He agreed to eat the ham sandwich I never want to eat.

They always want me in a hospital gown. Totally don’t need to be. Also don’t need to be in a hospital bed, but they insist. I got the new meds and an omelette.

After I got my meds and was fine Jeff went back to our apartment to take over my Spanish lesson.

I got a phone call where I thought they said in Spanish that I had to wait in the room like usual until they came to release me.

I settled in for the wait and enjoyed some pork tacos for lunch.

The fresh watermelon juice was especially good as was this weird dessert that was like cookie cheesecake.

After two hours reading my book and having a leisurely lunch, the nurse came in to check on me. She wanted to know if I was OK and needed a wheelchair. I told her I was fine just waiting to be released. She said I had been released two hours ago by phone. Guess my Spanish isn’t as good as I thought, but at least I got tacos.