I heard in no uncertain terms last night from Zandra that there are those who get worried when they don’t hear from me for a couple of days. There are those who stop by every few days and read, but, as I should have recalled – 19 years of sending out email means that people get used to me supplying news without having to go look for it.
So mea culpa. I have been posting on the blog. It has mostly been about the As this week since there were games Mon-Thurs with the series split 2:2. None of which made getting up this morning and catching the early BART and shuttle to the VA any easier. The plan was blood work, but I really appreciate my nurse. When she asked me how I was doing, I had to answer honestly – crappy since Monday. The previous two cycles I was on the way up after getting off the flicking prednisone which meant I could blame it for everything. This time not so much. It wasn’t the fatigue (ok, the fatigue didn’t help) it was more the issues with getting short of breath climbing a flight of stairs. Feeling dizzy really didn’t help either. Spent a lovely discussion with the most excellent nurse practitioner who confirmed that exam wise I was ok and not chemically out of whack.
My white count was another matter. I had skipped the neutrophil stimulator this time in hopes of avoiding headaches. Wound up finding that headaches are much better than having essentially no white cells. I am the queen of hand sanitizer. I hate wearing a mask in public but don’t see avoiding it as an option. And, I get to take five self-injectors along in a really cool lunch bag to try to boost my immune system over the next few days.
Did I mention that I am headed for LA in the morning? And not going to get together with anyone (wahhhhh) to avoid picking up colds, flus and community acquired anything? Noah is going with me. Planning on a quiet day after early arrival.
Any how, George made it safely back before the weather closed in again. Then he was delayed getting out of the airport which meant that I wound up taking it all out on him. Morning at the VA. Hour of bumpy bus ride, catching the BART to find out when I got to North Berkeley more than 100 minutes after I had left the VA and he had landed that he was just getting on BART. Something about charging his phone and a conference call. All his fault – he is supposed to read my mind. Right?