Another day in the hospital. I had an echocardiogram this morning, an uncomfortable procedure, with the ultimate result that my heart seems fine. They still are doing a lot of cardiac monitoring on me with a little telemetry device the size of a cellphone hooked up to a bunch of leads on my chest. Blood pressure has come up, which is good. Yesterday it was running around 110/60, today 120/78 the last time they took it. Still no result on Lyme, and I guess they are still trying to figure out my blood work. I think they did four blood draws of four tubes each the first two days I was here, none today (yet).
I went on two closely supervised walks down the hall and back, the second with a young woman named Cassandra. I asked her if she had trouble getting people to believe her, and we had a conversation about the Trojan War.
Got my first shower, which was particularly needed both for the regular passage of time and for the chills and sweating episodes of the first day and a half here.
They are pretty relaxed about showing up here when they say they will, not that it is a surprise. The infectious disease doc was supposed to come back this afternoon to talk about test results and blood work, but no sign of him. Cassandra promised to come walk me again before she goes home at 7, but as befits her name, not sure I believe it.