Today is Saturday. And I do not know the date. This post is probably going to be riddled with errors because I’m talking into my phone and it’s hard for me to see the print. I know I haven’t written since Wednesday, and a lot has happened. Last Saturday, I got a sore throat and it bothered me until Monday morning. It felt a little better Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday it came back and Thursday it was not pleasant. I got a cough and my sore throat kept me up most of Thursday night. I had a glass of orange juice Friday morning and then at noon I sat down to eat lunch. I took a sip of my drink and I could not swallow it. I was in a great deal of pain and could not eat or drink anything. I had radiation at 1 o’clock and when I laid down in the machine, my chest started to hurt. I made it through radiation and then Got a little lightheaded when I stood up. They put me in a wheelchair and took me next-door, and several nurses and doctors hovered over me. My radiology oncologist told me to go to the ER at MD Anderson downtown. She did not think my sore throat and chest were due to the radiation. She didn’t think I’d had treatment long enough or strong enough to cause it yet. So, David drove me from the West campus to downtown. He stayed with me in the ER for seven hours, until I got a room upstairs. I sent him back to the RV. I had lots of people looking out for me. I had two EKGs, a chest x-ray, and a CAT scan. They took enough blood to keep a vampire alive for a month. My white count, and other stuff, is still too low, I had a Covid test and it came back negative. I am allergic to most all the pain medicine, so it’s been rather unpleasant lately. They admitted me and tried everything they could to make me comfortable. I’ve had lots of doctors come examine me and no one knows what’s wrong with me yet. I am scheduled for an endoscopy under anesthesia on Monday. So, I will be in the hospital until at least Tuesday. They would not give me anything by mouth. I have not eaten since Thursday evening until tonight. They mixed half of a boost and half of a milkshake together and gave me that. It took me a half an hour to drink approximately 10 ounces, but I got it down. The doctor said I am on a liquid only diet until Sunday night, when I have to stop everything again. it hurts to drink, so this is going to be a challenge. I am hooked up to lots of machines and the one that monitors my heart rate keeps setting off the alarm because it’s dropping too low. I have learned to go to sleep with the alarm on, if you can believe that. David came to visit me today and the alarm drove him bananas. he is the only person allowed to visit me. The visiting hours are short, too. I am on the 22nd floor, which is the top floor of MD Anderson Hospital. So, that means I’m in the penthouse. I always knew I was just that special. I haven’t done anything but lay here and stare at the ceiling, or sleep. They are accessing my port for my IV, so I’m glad that’s still in me. Something appears to be wrong with my esophagus, so I’m anxious for them to take a look so we can get a game plan in order. i’m not sure what we are going to do about radiation at this point. I am so tired. All I really want to do is sleep.