Friday the 13th

Today, I felt rather miserable. I had no appetite. My fever has been fluctuating like a yo-yo since yesterday. I wasn't interested in my toys, nor in having a bath. I hope my fever subsides tomorrow and my Neutrophils count goes up so I can go home soon. I am now waiting to get back my blood culture results to see whether I have a bacterial infection since the preliminary results suggest I might.

All I felt like doing today was bury my head into a pile of baby pillows. I am very attached to my pillows now. I have about 10 baby pillows, and an even greater stock of colourful pillow cases. Different ones come to visit me each day at hospital. Why do I like them so much? Pillows are always there for me when I want to sleep, the interesting patterns and objects on them give me something to dream about, they are good to hug when I feel down, they are light enough for me to carry around, and they are easy to keep clean just by changing their cases. I even take my pillows to hold in the bath now (that keeps everyone busy trying to keep them and Mr Hickman dry when I splash)!