Tuesday, November 9, 2010

1 Day Short Of A Week

Happy Tuesday everyone!  I am still sitting here at Emory, though I have been assured that once this last IV ends at 1pm I will be out the door.  Overall this has been a good cycle, just a day longer as I mentioned last week  Knowing that I only have to do this two more times makes me all the more excited about having just finished this cycle.

When I look back at this cycle, it is amazing to think that I basically sat in the same little room, save my walks, for nearly 6 days!  Think about any normal 6 day period of your life and recall all the different environments you find yourself in.  You are home, in the car, at the gym, at the office, at lunch, at the bar, etc  I bet your scenery changes 4-6 times on a given day, yet for the last 6 days mine hasn't changed at all.  Honestly, I'm not sure how I've been able to stay sane through all of it. 

The food system worked pretty well this cycle, as I am proud to say that I have not touched a single morsel of patient dining in the last 6 days, pretty impressive if I do say so myself.  I do have a soft spot for the ladies of patient dining, so after they bring me a tray I throw the food in the trash and hide it to look like I joined the clean plate club.  I don't know what it is, but I just hate leaving my food on the plate when they pick my trays up after meals.  For me it is the smell, I am like a dog, I've always smelled any food before I've eaten it, and that is what really gets me here at the hospital.  The aroma of patient dinning will never do it for me, no matter what is under the magical maroon lid.  Although I've eaten my own food all week, that doesn't mean I'm not craving a big old Chipotle burrito, and you better believe mom and I are B-lining it to the nearest one right at 1 o'clock when I'm discharged this afternoon.

I hope everyone is having a great week, and I thank you all!


  1. First!

    Hope you got that burrito this afternoon. Only two more rounds to go!


  2. Wow -- a 6-day sentence in that ward is enough to drive anyone stir-crazy! The stagnant scenes of the 7th floor combined with the daily torture of "Patient Dining" is enough to test even the strongest of wills. I bet you’re ecstatic to get out! And yeah, you gotta love those folks in PD; they (eventually) got the message that the only thing I was eating was Chocolate Ensure and over time would bring only cans of that along with more ice for my cooler.

    Happy to see that you’re bringing a cooler with your own food. That is BY FAR the best way to go! And I hope you grabbed that Chipotle burrito on the way home. :)

    Here’s to a speedy recovery at home over the next week! You’re two-thirds of the way through the toughest part of the treatment. Congrats!

    --Dave Novak

  3. Son, Chipotle dining was delicious. But why was the squad of police eating there heavily armed and vested? Just wondering. mommy

  4. Glad you got your Chipotle burrito! Two. More. Rounds!!! I'm proud of you for staying so strong (and thankfully, keeping your sense of humor, which I've always found to be hilarious). Keep the posts coming!


  5. Michael,

    I want to give a shout-out to your mother.

    Karen is certainly learning the insides of hospitals. She spent Monday thru Wednesday with me at St. Mary's in Athens for my knee replacement, and then 6 days with you at Emroy.

    She has become a real-life Florence Nightingale!!!

    So from the both of us -- Thanks Karen!!!