Second Day: No Surprises

I finished my report last night before we finished the day, so I didn't get to say that Jon ate a real dinner with me, at a table, with plates and silverware and everything. It is the first time in weeks that he has felt well enough to eat without grimacing.  We went to the community kitchen which has lots of windows and cupboards full of pots and pans and we boiled some water for tortellini (fine dining) and warmed up some tomato sauce and got a giant bowl of salad out of the fridge. There is a nice tradition of food sharing here -- people leave dry goods in the pantry instead of taking it home when they leave, and there are packages of frozen vegetables in the freezer and on Wednesdays there is a meal provided by this building. That's where the giant salad came from.  It was high quality leafy stuff and protein-dense other stuff. The people who live here are pretty focused on getting well, I bet. We met a few nice people who were coming in and out, getting food out of the fridges, showing us how it all works. Of course after dinner Jon unloaded one of the dishwashers and tried to rearrange the kitchen so it made more sense.

Today his appointment was at 10:00 so we had a relaxed morning, eating breakfast, doing all the usual puttering, working.  When we got to the IPOP, they were either way behind schedule or just not rushing. All they needed to do for Jon was check everything and look him over and ask him questions. We were there until about 12:30.  Everything about Jon is fine so far. He is not yet having any effects, he feels good.  My job is to remember all the questions we have. Now we have the right sort of medical plastic wrap that he can take a shower and not get his tubes wet and we hope we have a working thermometer.

On our way back to the apartment, we went to one of the food trucks outside of the hospital and got some yummy lunch. We ate outside in the sun on a beautiful afternoon. Jon ate a few bites before he gave up, but he did try. His stomach is not perfect.

A long afternoon of remote work for both of us. It is hard for me to keep imagining what all the fields look like, and I have to ask how much Hakurei is left to pick or whether someone ever did put up the blueberry netting. But things are going remarkably well and the market loads are ready to go on Saturday and we are almost ready for Sunday too, all while I am sitting here at a table with a laptop and a phone. The nurse yesterday asked if we were both retired. Not exactly.

Maybe Jon will sail through this first dose and not notice anything until after the second dose. They said today that it can take 48 hours for your body to start reacting, and we are now about 30 hours into this one. Feeling optimistic.