Okay, called Tom. Not in a huge hurry to get over to the hospital as, hey, it's a hospital and NOTHING happens rapidly (except emergencies, of course, and we're hoping to avoid that) -- mostly wait, wait, wait.

Anywho, he definitely has a blood infection that they're treating with antibiotics (which they actually started him on yesterday). Heparin but with coumadin in his future. (After the various medical procedures he's got scheduled.) Good thing I insisted he go to the hospital yesterday -- he curmudged and the EMTs called me upstairs to be "She Who Must Be Obeyed" (he didn't give me any curmudgeonry).

He's feeling great, other than all the lines and drips and stuff imprisoning him.

I'm hoping they'll turn him loose today, but it's a weekend, so usually not much happens. He'd probably like phone calls -- his voice is, of course, quieter than pre-cancer normal, but he's easily understood on the phone.

Just de-cluttered some closet stuff and added to the box to be added to the stuff in the car that goes to Goodwill -- Goodwill is directly on my way to the hospital.

Linn