The night chemo ended (Thursday) was also my last night in my initial room. When I was admitted, there were no free beds on the "leukemia" wing, so I started in a room on the "solid tumors" wing.
The nurse brought a wheelchair -- shudder -- and I loaded it with my small collection of stuff: backpack, books, pajamas, running shoes, some V8 juice (my way around the lack of any juices that aren't too sweet for my [current] tastes)...
I had been told that the rooms in the NW wing were larger, since they were doubles converted to singles. I was misinformed. My new room may be a converted double, but if so, it was converted by turning it into two singles and an anteroom. So, it's actually smaller. On the plus side, it does have an old wall-mounted HP computer, so that's something to look forward to in case my MacBook dies.
The anteroom is part of the enhanced sterility controls in this wing relative to the one I started on. Filtered air is constantly pumped into my room, and both my door and the anteroom door to the corridor remain closed. Whenever either door is opened, air flows out.
My windows face north, so I'll miss the direct sunlight my first room had. But the view is better: more sky, a variety of buildings, the main entrance to the medical center (always bustling), playground (empty -- kids these days are such wimps about 10-degree temperatures).
I'm currently finishing my second platelet transfusion, with some red blood cells to follow. I can tell I'm running low on the latter. Yesterday, I was running/walking at 15:00/mile pace on the treadmill, thinking I was taking it sufficiently easy. Then I checked my pulse -- 160, which is too high for taking it easy. So I kept dialing down the speed until my pulse reached a more reasonable 140. Total workout: 31:28 for two miles. After my upcoming blood-doping session, who knows what I'll be capable of.
Update: Now receiving the red blood. It's going to be a few hours (two bags). The nurse asks how I'm doing, and I mention that I'm kind of sleepy. "Oh, that's the Benadryl. It makes you kind of mellow." Uh oh. I'm clinically mellow to begin with, so it looks like we'll be turning the mellow dial up to 11.