Whistling in bed

Only one hiccup today, after the platelets went in too quickly, dad had an allergic reaction. Perhaps he planned it though, because a mild addiction to Benadryl has been building. But other than that it was a good day of waiting for the neutrophils to bounce. Dad felt great today, so much so that he's up like a kid on
Christmas eve, joking around at the terrible infomercials (don't worry the TV has been off except for the brief interludes when Paula is allowed to turn it on). Steven put on the western movie themes and had dad whistling in bed, he's outlasting mom this evening.

It's obvious there's been an improvement, even though lab results still show no neutrophils.