Yup, they let me out Saturday. One of the criteria for release after neutropenic fevers is a total neutrophil count of 500 or greater(Y'all remember what neutrophils are, right?). On Friday, my count was 400, and the doc was predicting I'd go home Saturday. After my blood draw Saturday morning, my total count had rocketed to 1400. Boo-ya.
Guess who's no longer neutropenic? Guess who's going to see The Dark Knight this week?
After two units of platelets, my menstruation situation turned from horrorshow into a slow and gentle stream. Now if said stream would just dry up; apparently this is shaping up to becoming the longest and bloodiest battle ever waged in my womb (Aside from Little A's entrance into the world). All it took to rectify this situation was minor hysterics on the part of a great nurse and one slightly terrified intern being lectured by a slightly furious bald woman.
My sore throat is slowly abating. My voice is back to normal, but eating certain foods still exacerbates it. The sinus thing seems only to bug me in the morning.
Back to clinic visits and days with Little A and the dread of more chemo looming over my near future. Thanks for sticking with me.