Short update. My parents got here last night, so now I’ve an IV in one arm that I have to keep straight. My dad is out getting some needed supplies and my mom is on the phone with the airlines trying to book flights for my cats.

My dad explained last night that there is a very real possibility that I won’t get better for 6-12 months. And the truth of the matter is that I can’t take care of myself at all. So I’m going home.

We leave Tuesday. I’ll keep you all updated. Thanks for the well wishes, etc.

So it did go down .3 this week. I’m trying desperately hard to scream and jump out my window… sadly it’s only the second floor, and it won’t kill me.

The specialist had said it could go down a point a day, but apparently my body said “Fuck it, we like being yellow.”

My parents are coming in tomorrow and my dad’s bringing an IV to hook me up to fluids. My mom wants me to go home with them. The prospect of any form of travel.. especially travel that will take 8 hours.. makes we want to hurl. Last week I was adamantly against it. Last week I also thought the bili was going down.

And the stupid albumen level? The one that said I needed more protein? Dropped another .5. After all that damn chicken I ate, it dropped. (It was supposed to go up .5.)

My desire to live has now dwindled to nil.