So I bet we have all been on family road trips, or camp buses as children when the best song of all starts to roll around. You know the one – “100 bottles of beer on the wall.” I hope that does not become an earworm for you. As if one of those bottles should fall……….

For some reason sometime over the last 24-hours that little jingle passed into my mind, and since I am now past the 50-day mark I am counting down the bottles/days on the calendar until I can return home. Hence the new title of my posts.

Today was another day for me to believe I am healing. Pretty much same routine, a visit for my IV Magnesium boost. A visit with the nutritionist who thought my intake – thank you Sharon – is improving.

Then a meeting with my transplant team who were very positive about my turnaround from my pneumonia. Of course the Prednisone helps and tomorrow I will begin my taper of the higher does I am now taking. That will be telling.

My ears are still a problem so referrals are being made to ENT and Audiology. If this does not resolve I may not be able to fly home and instead will have to entertain ourselves during the 13-hour drive home.

The team also said that barring any more setbacks, and that is a big if, it appears I will be on track to begin the trek home mid to late September. That brought smiles to our faces.

One last item, as again we had to have a visit from our Apria home health Oxygen company because the machine I have to refill my rolling tanks began to beep as in the robot from Lost is Space – Warning, Warning Will Robinson. Tonight we were given more instructions on how to fill the bottles. I am not sure how non medical savvy folks get through all this.

My scorecard is good today. Blood counts are steady. And rolling my portable oxygen tank behind me I walked 6,300 steps today for a total of 2.4 miles. Back in action.

Larry and Sharon