I've hit rock bottom.

Not mentally, in that respect I am still optimistic, but my immune system, for months lowered; over a week dropping; today hit zero. This afternoon my neutrophil count was 0.03%. If they're going to get to zero then that's where they are as I type. Another day has passed in my little room and this morning, under cover of a face mask, I was allowed down the corridor to another ward where I could have a shower.

Feeling particularly icky, already unkempt hair beginning to matt into greasy clusters, I was so so grateful for the feeling of hot running water pouring over me. I had been detached from my drip and my peripheral line wrapped snugly in a number of plastic aprons to stop water ingress. The combined feelings of cleanliness AND freedom were amazing; fifteen minutes of bliss well worth the logistical effort required.

Back on my bed, clean and gleaming, I was soon hooked back up to my line. Supping a cup of tea. Eating cookies.

I find myself things to do in my room but, as a feel fine, there is not a great deal to tell: The tightening in my chest seems to get worse at night, I think it is brought on by tiredness, but has not yet developed into a full on cough. In addition to my saline drip, intravenous anti-biotics, and anti-viral pills I am now also having a blood transfusion. I'm on my second unit now and there's a third to come tomorrow.

My lovely chemo lady bounced in to say hello on her way to another room, bag of yellow chemo in hand for someone requiring treatment more time consuming than my own.

Family have visited bearing the holy grail of a T-Mobile USB broadband stick, the most painful part of my stay so far has been trying to set it up. Having got them to finally take some money I was not allowed onto my blog because "it may contain porn". The solution: to go to a T-Mobile store and prove I was over 18! Many phone calls later I got the lock removed remotely but not without great effort. My advice to anyone following in my footsteps would be to set such a service up way, way before hand to avoid any unneeded stress.

Still my T-Mobile antics filled an otherwise empty afternoon and I got to speak to some new people. Which was nice. You have to enjoy the small things in here as there is not a lot else going on; I've readopted the enthusiasm of a child for all things new.

Last night we had a fire alarm which caused a lot of bustling on the wards around me. Content to stay put unless I actually saw some smoke I felt genuine excitement at being able to watch the fire engine arrive, lights flashing, in the car park six floors below.

Hospital Radio has been everything I hoped for and a joy to listen to. Even in this enlightened digital age the audio levels are all over the shop, segways are fumbled, and the music mix is so specifically chosen that it has equal irrelevance to all who listen. Meanwhile the screen emitting the noise shows a Powerpoint presentation advertising the Patientline service featuring people grinning so inanely I had to turn it round to point the other way lest I become possessed.

Sanity will be reintroduced to my little world this evening by West Wing Series 1. I do not plan to plough through the whole box in one sitting but I hope that just observing some extended, intelligent, adult conversation will pull my mind back from the happy clappy place it feels inclined to visit. My only other option is to just let go: stick two pencils up my nose; my pants on my head; and to start saying "Wibble".