Admitted

This was a pretty rough day, with a couple of snafu's on major changes in Rose's chemo regimen that got sprung on us at the last moment, some very crappy bedside manner and minor freak-out-ness setting in as the consents for the transplant were gone through and the really serious nature of this business reared it's ugly head again.  But always, a bit of comic relief.  In frustration, after being reminded about the restrictions on an isolation floor, Rose's parting shot was: "I'm taking my f**king lipstick!"

That's my girl...

Charlie