Thursday, February 16, 2006

books and things

My dad came by this morning in order to pick up and bring home the bulk of my belongings so that there won't be an impossible amount to take home tomorrow. I think that was a wise move. I didn't bring very much here, however. A nurse told me that I traveled lightly. Some of the other BMT patients, she said, bring suitcases full of belongings, so that when they leave they need help transporting their things in wheelchairs to their car. Most the items that my dad brought home were things that I received or accumulated while in the hospital. Some of them were gifts and papers, whereas a significant portion of it was food that I hadn't eaten or bottles of water that I hadn't drank.

I, of course, needed to bring my entertainment to the hospital. I brought my labtop and a few video games, which I hadn't played until just yesterday. I love to play video games on my labtop, but the treatment wiped me out. My desire to play was gone. In the same black case in which I stored the video game CDs, I also had my mix of musical CDs. There's Jackson Browne and U2, Handel and Bach, Jefferson Airplane and The Beatles, and many others, but I listened to the same music - only classical. I didn't even attempt to listen to another favorite of mine, electronica. So, when I wanted to listen to music, it was Corelli, Hayden, Boellmann or some other classical master. In addition to the music and games, I brought a couple of books to the hospital thinking that I'd read them, but I became too tired during the treatment to read anything really until the last five days or so. In fact, all but two of the books I had purchased specifically for my hospital stay about a week prior to being admitted here. I had no real idea how tired I'd be, although I do recall a gentleman who himself received a transplant several months ago, telling me in the oncology waiting room that many people bring books and lots of other things to the hospital, but in fact they don't have the energy to use any of the items that they brought with them. You'd be humored by some of the books I bought too. How I thought I'd be able to read these in the hospital, I have no idea. They are Cosmos by Carl Sagan; From the Earth to the Moon by Jules Verne; The Songs of Distant Earth by Arthur C. Clarke; and Mediterranean Winter by Robert Kaplan. As I recover, I'll have time to read these books in the weeks to come.


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