So even though yesterday was exactly 2 weeks after my lung biopsy, there's still nothing grown so no real results (all they know is it's not TB or bacterial, neither of which is a surprise). So while they wait for the slowest ever fungus to grow in the lab, time is ticking away and I'm not getting treatment for whatever is growing in my lungs. And on top of that, my EBV levels have shot sky high again so they're going to discuss me at the histology meeting this week to se if it's worth giving me another course of Rituximab. Which isn't bad (for me at least) but it's just a PITA since it takes up an entire afternoon for four weeks straight, and between this, the continuing daily Caspofungin IVs for the liver infection and whatever they're going to give me for the lung critter, going back to work and being able to start running again in January are both looking grim.
The only happy news is that my blood type finally switched to the donor's sometime last week (5 1/2 months after transplant!!) so I'm officially O+.
So I was a bit down about the increasing probability of January being more of the same instead of a return to normality, and then my big Christmas parcel from my parents just arrived. I opened it up, and everything is SOAKED THROUGH. Top to bottom!

All the gifts are soaking wet. It hasn't rained here in about three days, so clearly someone, somewhere en route let this sit out in a torrential downpour. I've put everything by the radiator to dry, but I can tell that some things are books and are going to be ruined. I just hope the things that feel like clothes aren't mouldy, too. I'm not even angry about it, I'm just sad. I know you guys know how uplifting it is to get anytthing from friends and family in the post, and to have that ruined, especially at Christmas is a real kick in the teeth.
