So today I got up and dressed for work as I normally do on a Monday morning. Well, I knew I wasn't feeling that well but I was going to make the best of it, as I normally do because I'm kind of a trooper. Well that attitude slowly went out the door when I pulled up to my first office (remember pharma pays me.) As I was getting my things together, I broke out into a major sweat and a coughing attack; I felt clammy like I just broke a fever. I walked into the office anyway and asked one of the MA's to check my temperature. Just as I suspected a low-grade fever! Out the door I went, called my transplant nurse and well the rest is history- I'm back in the damn hospital! I usually try to give an encouraging word at the end of every blog-- well NOT TODAY! I'm tired, I feel like crap and I'm sick of the poking, sticking and meds. I'm allowed to vent every now and then so there it is and I'm not apologetic about it. I hope I get out of here soon but for now, I'm just waiting for them to assess me. But on a side note...don't I look cute coming to the hospital😜!