On Monday July 24, my white blood cell counts were at 0.2, basically making me neutropenic. So that meant it was time to get my own room. Sharing a room was always hard, when you had guests over, when you had to use the shower or toilet, watching television, having conversations. Not to mention getting good sleep, when your neighbor would have his IV machine beeping or have nurses come in and out to check vitals, while I was having the same things done to myself. Romans 8:28 says "If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men." Sharing a room with a complete stranger, who was in the very same position you are in, definitely put living peaceably to the test.
I was in 3 different shared rooms during my first 2 weeks, with 3 total strangers. The first was King James, an older man who was very talkative and quirky. He could never get my name right. The second was Gus, an older man who was soft-spoken, transparent, and humble. He was always pleasant to talk with. The third was Kevin, the celebrity, who was a few years younger than me, who had all the nurses melting over his kids' pictures. I swear he was a secret celebrity because all the nurses would come in and constantly talk with him like he was their best friend.
So in the middle of the afternoon, they finally moved me to a solo room. It was worth the wait. I hope I get to stay in here the entire remainder of my hospital stay, because some of the nurses mentioned some people get put back in shared rooms when their counts go back up. Becky will also bringing my 24" TV with her the next day so I can finally hook up my PS3 and Firestick. I have the perfect spot for it in front of my bed, below the stringed lights my coworkers gave me.
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