Still, my hemoglobin numbers are slowly declining, as anticipated, which means a transfusion probably in the near future. I could tell that my blood count was getting low from the faint wooshing that popped into my ears today. Weird. Now that I know what all of my funky symptoms from the last month or so mean, I can read my body clearer.
Other than an upper respiratory thing, either caused by allergies or a little cold, I feel pretty good. Stir-crazy but good. Let's hope the stuffy nose and cough thing doesn't develop into something worse. I'm drinking lots of water and juice to combat try and combat that. I've got enough to worry about mowing down Stupid Zombie Leukemia Cells; this Zombie Warrior can't be blowing her nose in between kills.
For lunch my husband brought me two bean and cheese burritos from Taco Bell. Because I woke this morning and that's what I wanted to eat. Cheap fast food Meximerican. And it was damn awesome. But first thing on my list when I get paroled from The Big House: an enormous salad with every possible veggie in the salad bar. I'm salivating just thinking about it.
Finally, before Ambien and ER, I want to put out another big fat wet interweb smooch of thanks to all my readers and fellow Pajiba folks who are tearing through my Amazon wish list and showering me with a slew of media options. It's been awesome. Like Christmas, with chemotherapy. And I swear, on my Southern little heart, that I am saving all the packing lists in order to send each one of you a handwritten note. That's my project when I get out of here; it's how we do things here below the Mason-Dixon line.
AND YOU GUYS ROCK! AND I LOVE YOU ALL OF YOU NUTTY AWESOME PEOPLE!
Over and out from LeukemiaTown.