Wednesday was Day 10 and my discharge orders were written, but early that morning I began spiking fevers accompanied by a variety of signs and symptoms I’d rather not recall in enough detail to list them here. Suffice to day it was a horrible day. Thursday not quite as bad. Friday just low-grade fevers but blood tests suggesting the general inflammatory process was still expanding. It’s clear I’m here for the weekend.

This morning is more positive, though. No fever. Getting some blood which always improves things. I’m even contemplating eating something. Cautiously optimistic about Monday, which was actually the originally-projected discharge day.