My overall health is at the stage where I need hospital-level medical care at home.

WEDNESDAY, 10 A.M., 3/21/2018. So here’s the deal for today. Yes, I’m being discharged from Baylor Hospital … but I’ll be going home with a PICC-line I.V. (to be installed shortly) because apparently I’ll need intravenous antibiotics four times a day for three more days. Holy shit, right?! Baylor hospital will arrange for a home health aide to teach Sam how to do this, but the aide will also stop by once a day to check on me and make sure I’m getting enough Chinese food. (I might be kidding about that.)

I’m a little freaked out by all this, to tell you the truth, because it means that my overall health is at that stage where I need hospital-level medical care at home. I’M NOT THRILLED.

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In case you give a crap, today on Turner Classic Movies I’ll get to enjoy the following fine films: The Barretts of Wimpole Street (1934) starring Norma Shearer, Charles Laughton and Fredric March; A Winter Meeting (1948) starring Bette Davis and Jim Davis; and Eugene O’Neill’s Ah, Wilderness! (1936) starring Lionel Barrymore, Wallace Beery and Mickey Rooney. Frequently I’ll have a movie running on TV — with the volume on “mute” — while I type a Howdygram post or answer emails. That didn’t exactly happen last night, though. I absolutely despise 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) … even with the volume turned off!

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WEDNESDAY, 12:10 P.M. Sam is asleep on the sofa. About half an hour ago he went downstairs to the cafeteria to buy himself a large coffee, drank it and immediately conked out. I’m guessing someone laced his beverage with narcotics ... or maybe he’s just exceptionally tired. (Probably it’s the latter of the two.) I’m drinking a gigantic sugar-free black cherry soda with a mountain of ice. I wish I had a cheeseburger.

I’ll be back to keep you posted throughout the day, okay? Thank you for reading this.