I’m writing this from a hospital bed at Queens. Here’s the tale.

On Tuesday the first day following my initial chemotherapy session, I felt fine. Although the tiredness, I didn’t feel any side effects.

That ended Wednesday when I hit a wall and the floor.

The day started fine. I was up a little before six, ate a banana, drank a glass of Gatorade, then decided to go back to bed. Put an hour later I was hit with chills that lasted a full hour. My temperature taking shortly afterwards was up around 102.

Both those things are red flags, but they got worse. I got up to go to the bathroom, found myself, dizzier than I thought, and fell to the bathroom floor. I wasn’t hurt, just surprised and embarrassed I guess. What’s worse than found? I couldn’t get up off the floor. Meda tried to help me and even working together, I remain on the floor. I’ve tried various things to get up and none worked.

I finally called by oncology team at Queens and was advised to call 911 and go to the Queens ER. The problem is that while these symptoms could have been expected side effects, they could also represent a dangerous infection.

So I spent the afternoon in the Queen’s ER, was admitted to the hospital in the early evening, and will probably be here at least one more night.

It turns out not to be a very auspicious beginning to my chemotherapy regimen.

I have a CT scan yesterday and an MRI very early this morning. There is concern that a stent inserted during my surgery in May has wandered and maybe causing a problem. The MRI is supposed to give enough information for the gastroenterology team to make a determination of what to do next, if anything.

I’m writing this using Siri on my phone so I’ll keep it brief.

I’ve been receiving IV fluids and antibiotics since arriving at the ER.