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Arrrgh, I'm confused. Here we are, tranplant Day +12. My cell counts are coming back up, but I feel worse than ever. I made it through the chemo process without throwing up once, but suffering horribly from neaseau. Now I'm not so much neaseous, but I am starting to expect that at least once a day I'm gonna get him with that frieght-train feelig of "Ogod, here comes" and be overcome VERY quickly by a series of short spasms of vomited. Just had one, in case you're wondering just why the hell I'm talking about it.
I'm so sleepy. I sleep ALL the time. I dream, and the dreams overflow into hallucinations in real life. Ugh.
No more eating for Trey. Big bag on the IV stand with a picture of a baked turkey on... oops, no, today it's a hamburger. (ok, ok, just kidding, a little imagery I picked up from Stephen King)
Ok, now I'm getting tired again. Back tp bed. To sleep, per damn-sure to dream.
I feel horrible. I can't wait for this to be over. Ugh.