Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........

Ok - I admit it. I'm tired. Yup, just plumb tuckered out. My energy has eroded slowly over the last week like sand slipping off the beach with each rolling wave that comes in. My brain is increasingly slow at comprehending conversations, and my response time stutters along at half its normal pace. It's been a couple of weeks of higher than normal familial activity and it is starting to show, both at work and at home. I can't remember when I last had a normal sit down dinner at a normal time.

DD1's last round of chemo, DHAP, which is preparation for her BMT, went off without a hitch, but the side effects which usually hit about a week later, and to which she has largely been spared the most severe and dangerous ones over the last (almost) two years (hard to beleive it has been going on that long) finally took its toll on the poor lamb. Her counts tanked, and she picked up a bug and by last Friday night we headed to the hospital Emergancy room as her fever raged causing violent shakes and shivers, and a severe throat infection gave her massive amounts of pain. After spending the night in the Emerg isolation she was admitted, and I headed home after being up for 27 hours straight! Me? I am not quite as young as I used to be, I can tell you, and I was dilerious with fatigue!

And there she stays, not quite in quarantine, on IV antibiotics and pain-killers, but not allowed to leave either as her white cell counts, amoungest others,  just don't want perk up. Low counts = highly susceptable to infection = no going home. After a week she is getting a bit stir crazy and I am feeling the effects of working from dawn and heading straight to hospital after and spending my early evenings keeping her company. Most nights I haven't managed to get home before 7:30 or 8:00, only to bolt down some dinner, do laundry, pack her necesseties for the next day, and fall into bed. the next day, do it all again. Last night after arrivng home, I tried to steal an hour to watch TV and knit, but all I could manage was the TV, my hands just couldn't knit - it was just too much effort!

I finished my pink hat to go with my Christmas scarf (I'll post pics later), and a pair of socks came off the needles last weekend thanks to all the hospital waiting time. Hospitals are good for that at least!

New sock yarn has been cast on for travel/hospital knitting, and a charity baby blanket is progressing very slowly, knit only when I am invited down to the G-man's man cave to watch new HD TV. I haven't the energy to contemplate picking up some lagging UFO's I should be working on. Much too much thinking involved in those. Hopefully some extra sleep this weekend will change that!

Knit on....