White blood cell count is still way down, as are platelets so he's gotten at least one pint of blood today. He's still on heavy doses of anti-nausea meds but they don't seem to be helping much. He's still not eating much. The good news was that he got up and out of bed today so that was good. He was a bit more alert earlier this morning, even sitting up to read the news paper. Seems meds have made him a little loopy this afternoon, though. He was dozing off and started mumbling in his sleep, then put his hand up and was punching buttons or something. Then he said 'You want my vitals?' and started pulling his gown up. "Uh, Dad", I said. He opened his eyes and said, "I'm talkin to myself aren't I?" and started laughing. At least he's alert enough to know that.
It's hard seeing him like this and though he's not great, this is where the doctors expected him to be in terms of recovery from the transplant. We're all immensely grateful that his trip to ICU was only a bump in the road to recovery. We're praying the remainder of the trip is a relatively smooth ride! Thanks for reading and keeping up with my dad.
Love from the Shellenbargers