Top of the morning

...or rather, bottom....

I'm at Dana Farber after a rather 'eventful' morning and evening. I'll write more and give you updates on what's going on once I find out.

In Boston, we celebrate two holidays on March 17: St. Patrick's Day and, as a teaser of my current circumstance, Evacuation Day.

I'll try to write later.

UPDATE:
I'm back home after getting some IV fluids and offering up a sample of That Which Has Been Plaguing Me For Four Days. If it gets better in a couple of days, it's probably viral gastroenteritis or something like that. That's the good news. The bad news? "If it gets unimaginably worse" then it will most likely be intestinal GVHD. The only reason I'm nervous is because this morning was so bad that I don't even want to contemplate what "unimaginably worse" than that might be like.

In other news, my Mom is visiting this week. And, Mom, in honor of your visit I've crapped my pants! Awesome! Let us all pray that I have some terrible virus that will have its way with me and then depart. Because On The Toilet is no way to live, darlings.