Welcome to 4am again kids, which can only mean one thing. A Prednesone increase!!!! That's right. I had to go to the hospital yesterday to get a rash checked out. It's one of the ways the body lets you know that you might have Graft vs Host so they take it pretty seriously. Anyway the rash had gone from just my wrists and elbows to all over my arms and on my palms. It's not contagious, and it's not too itchy but the protocol at the Tom Baker I guess is to stomp on the Leukemia before it has time to do any damage. So here I sit, at 4am, buzzing from the 5 fold increase in my steroids, and a 50 mg increase in my Cyclosporin. I get to go back again in about 7 hours for my weekly checkup, so hopefully I can get this rash to go away within that 7 hours. I'm getting tired of feeling like the Incredible Hulk. Luckily there's no rage like last time, but I'm going to have to refrain from watching Everyone Loves Raymond. When you're on Prednesone, NOBODY LIKES RAYMOND. In fact, you're suddenly able to find fault or criticism with practically everything in life. It's amazing how much garbage there is on TV, and it's even more amazing that I somehow don't have the energy to get off the couch, DESPITE the presence of bad TV.
Oh, has anyone else noticed that TLC (The Learning Channel) has become the car restoration/tacky home reno channel, while Discovery has become the custom bike building/extreme engineering channel? I swear, every time I turn to one of those channels I'm guaranteed to find a car/motorcycle/home/build/renovation/contest/realtv/extravaganza. Don't get me wrong, I usually find those shows rather appealing, but lately I just want to get out of the house and live. I'm tired of sitting in the La-Z-Boy, waiting for the day to end so that I can go to sleep. I'm tired of watching immature men with fragile egos trying to make something practical into over-glorified junk within an insanely short time period. If this keeps up, I might have to go back to professional wrestling. Sorry Caity.
Speaking of which, she just sat down beside me to feed the kids. I rarely get to see the 4 am feed because Caity lets me sleep, but it's really neat to watch. She's got a whole system of blankets and breast-feeding supplies laid out in advance on the couch. All she does is sit down with the babies and everything is within arms reach to breastfeed. It reminds me of a hospital room right before an operation (kind of). Everything nice and neat.......and covered with black Labrador hair. Morley, it seems does not respect the surgical environment, and enjoys sleeping on all the supplies and blankets that Caity carefully lays out each night. All the soothers and such get re-washed.
I've now got Ara in my lap. Let's see if she wants to write anything.
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Ok, so she doesn't have her father's natural ability, but it is a pretty good start for a 4 month old. Anyway, I've got to change the child's diaper now so I'm going to sign off.
Later
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