Georges is my roommate, about the same age as me. I’d guess 39.  He speaks virtually no English … and then there’s my Dutch.  I don’t have the energy to figure out what people are saying.  I’m surrounded by high-speed Dutch conversations that are wearing me out.

But back to Georges.  We smile a lot at each other.  We’re both some version of “sick” but his cancer trumps my blood.  Two nights ago, I kept him awake as I was panicking about the infection climbing my leg to my heart.  (It didn’t)  Last night it was Georges’ turn – prolonged spells of coughing.  But why would I expect otherwise?  I’m in a hospital.

The bloody mystery continues.  The doctors this morning were wondering out loud about “something underneath” my red foot and previous pneumonia.  Could my immune system be compromised in a way that hasn’t become clear?  New blood results come this afternoon.

So often all I want to do is sleep.  That sounds so old.

I’ll wait for test results before sending off this post.  Pray, cross your fingers, or do anything else that comes naturally.  Mind you, you won’t be reading these words yet, so how can you follow my request?

I just changed my mind.  I’ll send the post now.  I don’t know if I’ll have the oomph for more writing later.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow