Does the body rule the mind or doors then mind rule the body? I dunno...

Morrissey might not but I know it's the latter. (He was probably off his face for most of the 90s, I'm in a much better state to judge.) This was always going to be a battle with the mind for me. The doctors are telling me it's day six (post transplant). Bollocks to that, I arrived here a fortnight ago, it's day thirteen. They can throw all the medical jargon they want at me (Neutropenic this and blood count that.) but I know I'm ready to go home. They might have the qualifications but I've seen enough Scrubs to know I'm fine.

I'm trying to keep myself busy but being confined to a room is difficult. Reading would be a good way to pass time but I'm missing a few vital qualities to be able to do this. Namely sufficient eyesight, the dexterity to hold a book let alone turn a page and of course a concentration span. I've been pondering over my Desert Island Discs but until my eclectic mix of wit, humour and sarcasm brings the stardom it deserves this is a bit pointless. I'm fortunate to know people in high places at Sky TV (one person actually, thanks Andy!) and so I have access to all of Sky Movies and Sports on my iPad. Again though the absence of a concentration span diminishes this perk. And so my main past time is whingeing to my mam that I want to go home and eating. And writing this blog of course but as I'm sure you can tell, I'm running out of things to say! (Maybe I'll start making things up? Next blog I'll tell you about the three ninjas and a dragon I fought off last night.)

My Monday afternoon was significantly improved by the unexpected visit of the fabulously glamorous and devilishly handsome Lynne and Ernie respectively. My parents know them through church but I met them at the coffee shop I go to. A lovely couple and it was an extremely generous gesture for them to come.

Egg on face time! And I'm talking about raw, out of date eggs. I began writing this blog on Monday. In my mind I was ready to leave hospital. Fast forward to 0145 Tuesday morning and I was in A Whole New World. (And not that class one Aladdin found on his magic carpet. This one was somewhere between limbo and hell.) In short, I had a temperature. It spiked at over 40° C. With no immune system how such a fever manifests itself isn't pretty. For about the next 12 hours, I threw up, occasionally sweated and most of all I shivered. My mam compared it to a scene from The Exorcist. I was shivering and shaking so much the bed was banging on the walls and the nurses put the handles up on the side of the bed so I didn't fall out onto the floor. The doctors and nurses promised me this would happen and so it became a self fulfilling prophecy of sorts.

I still have a temperature and don't feel particularly well (Terrible actually.) but at least it's started. I'm not really sure what the message of this blog is. Maybe Morrissey was right and sometimes the body does rule the mind. I dunno...