The good part of this day is that February 8th is my daughter’s 29th birthday. Whitney is such a joy in my life – I wish I could give her a hug and make her a homemade dinner on this special day. She lives in Manhattan so I’ll have to give her a virtual hug and make the dinner at another time but it's the thought that counts, right? Happy Birthday Whitney!
The bad part of this day is – yep, you guessed it, more low blood count numbers! WBC is 0.4 and platelets are at 6. Sigh! That means two units of platelets this afternoon and two units of packed red blood cells tomorrow. I had the highest of hopes that today would be the day for higher numbers but I knew in my heart it wouldn’t be. Why? Because I still feel the same – my tongue is so sore, my bruises are still dark and my attitude still stinks! It looks like my return to Houston next week is in jeopardy.
Since I have very little power of concentration now (even less than normal blondes) – I decided to start a very lengthy book, with lots of plots and characters to see if I could read such a tome. After all, I have lots of time – sitting in the infusion chair on a benedryl buzz waiting for the platelets and blood to drip into my arm! I chose World Without End by Ken Follett. Whitney gave me a signed copy Christmas of 2008 and I had yet to read it. 1013 pages. I’m starting today!
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