I went to sleep listening to gospel music and I woke up to it still playing in my ears. The team hasn't arrived yet so I'm just laying in the bed waiting for their arrival. I'm still itchy but no rash right now so that is a good thing. My mom is still hanging out but she is sleep so I grab my computer and watch church online. Thank goodness for technology RIGHT!

The team finally arrives with a doctor I never met before and go over my numbers, ask me how I'm feeling and if the rash came back today. I show them the pictures of the rash and tell them it hasn't come back but I still feel the sensation to scratch my skin. They tell me that they will monitor me and I will get a Benadryl when it is time for my pre-medication before the Thymoglobulin treatment. I ask if they think I'm having an allergic reaction to the treatment and they say it could be a possibility but because I have already had 2 treatments they don't think so because of the half-life. I won't bore you with the pharmacokinetic jargon. Anyway, I say ok but I'm very weary about getting the treatment now. They let me know it is helping and they need to continue so, I oblige.

Once they leave, I eat something and fall off to sleep. Once, I wake up it is time to start the pre-medication so here comes the choking and coughing followed by some sleep. One hour passes by fast and it is time to start another 4-hour treatment. As I lay here, a plethora of emotions pass through my mind. Mostly, just worry and sadness because I'm tired of being in the hospital and if I could rewind my life a couple of months ago I would quickly! All I can think is Sunday isn't a Funday.