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Sitting up in bed as I write this. I have been vomiting in periods since before the night shift change. Several hours. Vomiting is not the real word, since what I’m vomiting is mucous. Began with some disorienting hallucinations – I knew where I was but was like a bizzarro world version of B&W, as if the current world weren’t bizarre enough. I had an intense urge to vomit. When I do vomit, no food comes up, just mucous, inordinate amounts of it. I lost track of time, but seemed to have slowed down a bit. Mouth is still mucousy and I periodically clean my tongue with the use of a tissue. Sounds disgusting, so it is. It feels as if the fever is breaking, although when I write fever, it’s not something that corresponds to the temperature that they measure when they are doing my vital signs. A sign that I am going to vomit is when I lie down and breathe slowly and get a crackle, if I make a sound I can make it resonate with the sputtering. [Must be that Tuvan throat singing I wrote about the other day.] I sit up abruptly and vomit into whatever I’m using, right now a basin, and my vocalization gets louder. Finally, I’m left with a steady drip of mucous from my mouth, which I will help by grabbing it with a tissue and pulling it out.

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Haven’t had a vomiting session in the last half hour and hope that this may be the end of it. I am going to try to clean my self up a bit and see how I feel when I move around.

There, that’s better. It’s 7:52 and I’m writing this in the brief moment of the day when the sun shines into this room. The hospital and adjacent buildings form a well. Three of the buildings are only a few stories higher than this one, but the other side is 40 floors at least.

Tidied up a bit and washed my face which now has a fixed expression; mouth open and lips slightly further apart on the right than on the left.

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Dr. S just stopped by to share the news from my latest hemo report. Not all the results are in, but enough to show that I am past my nadir and on my way up. The symptoms I described in yesterday’s entry are those of mucositis. Looking forward to clawing my way back up and feeling better so I can go home.