Day of Rest

We came up to Baltimore last night to avoid the weekday rush hour traffic, got a good night's sleep. But Jon woke up this morning not feeling great and today was a rest day. His lab reports showed only good news (platelets still climbing, now at 43) and they didn't see anything wrong with him. But he has been tired all day and kind of queasy. It is a reminder that he is now on Day 18 and he is still recovering from the various assaults of the transplant. There is no way to explain where his energy was coming from for the last few days, but maybe it was just his brain deciding that he had things to do. His body finally is telling him that he can take a minute to recuperate.

After lunch I went back to the pool for one more swim, and I took a present with me that we bought online.  We gave them a big wall clock, with big black numbers that you can see from the other end of the pool.  Jon even put a bunch of rolled up duct tape on the back for instant installation. The lifeguard was delighted and he put it up on the wall. I love it that he didn't need to ask permission, and neither did I. Now the one lady who swims at the Chick Webb Memorial Pool will know what time it is. I doubt I will ever be there again, but that pool was a wonderful amenity for me during these weeks.

It was a beautiful day and we went on one last Baltimore outing -- to Attman's Deli to pick up sandwiches and one more trip to Bmore Licks for a soft serve coffee ice cream cone. These were more for me than for Jon, but the sunshine did both of us some good.

If all goes well, tomorrow he will get this line out and we will go home in the afternoon. No one thinks it won't go well, but today has been a little sobering.

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