While the Missus and I were waiting for the doctor pre-chemo on Monday, I told her I thought my wbcs would be between 3 and 3.5, based on studying the chart I've been keeping. When Dr. R. came in, I told him I figured my wbcs would be low. He asked why I would think that. I told him I'd been charting my levels. He told me not to do that and laughed.
Then he said wbcs were 3.2 and I looked at Julie smugly. She said, 'Well, you were wrong. It wasn't 3 and it wasn't 3.5'.
When you've been married to her for 24 plus years, you realize there's not even any point in arguing. It would only make your head hurt.
Anway, I asked the good doctor if the Prednisone is what brings my levels back but he said "it's just your body". He said he didn't think I'd have to have the neupogen.
Inserting my updated chart right HERE would be nice, wouldn't it? I'll try to get to that.
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The first day after chemo, yesterday, the 19th I had some righteous hiccups. Right on schedule, and then they turned into the Horrible, Vile, Bile Burps. (I think I might need a mint!). So enjoyable! Not. My intent is not to gross you out, only to record my journey, I assure you.
So, last evening after eating, I broke into those dreaded Bile Burps for a while. Then I watched some TV and I really wasn't tired, so I took a Lora'(zepam) at some point. Still didn't feel sleepy. Right at midnight the Missus came out in the living room where I was watching TV (DVR, Oliver!, 1968, I had never seen it, great music, dark plot) and ordered me to come to bed. I didn't believe I could sleep because that pill doesn't usually work so well for me.
Ever the obedient hubby, I climbed into bed with Julie and Lora'. Slept like a freakin' log. More on that later. I rolled out at like 6:00, which is WAY LATE for me. And actually I would have gone back to sleep if I weren't such a slave to my job!
On my way to work the Missus called me and asked if I remembered her waking me up during the night. No, not the vaguest memory of that. Well, she'd just checked in on fbook (what the hell, it was already 6:30 AM, you gotta get your fbook on!) and learned that a building had exploded (!) in town, probably about a mile from our house, shortly after midnight. She claims she woke me up and asked me if I heard anything and I said no. I have no recollection of any of that.
Click HERE for link to story.
When it blew, they heard the blast in Plano, 5 miles away, but Chemo_Boy and Lora' slept right through it. Dead_To_The_World. OK, maybe I shouldn't describe myself that way, it's a little creepy given... well it just has a bad feel to it.
Lora' is tiny but mighty. She's on the left. Penny on right. Best I could do with my cellphone.
***After work tonight, I jetted out for a nice fall cruise and had PLENTY of energy. There was a nasty WSW wind but I only had to fight it for half the ride, I rode with_wings_on the other half.
Had a great ride with a good cadence, wind notwithstanding. It's always good to feel like something's nipping at your heels to pace you and tonight it was the sun. I run the same handful of courses all the time for a variety of reasons (traffic, terrain, proximity, convenience) and so I have a pretty good feel for how far I could go and allow myself to return to civilization just before dark. I do have lights but don't really want to be caught out in the country after sundown.
With Sir Elton John playing in my head ("don't let the su-u-un go down on me...") I legged out 19 miles, getting home safely before it was too very dark.
I made it a point to cruise past the blast zone and capture what Lora' and I slept through.
"911 Operator, what's your emergency?... What do you mean, leveled?"
Luckily no one was hurt and I hope the guy (it was a lawyer's office) had the foresight to store his backup files offsite.
But if someone needs to be sued for this, you know the guy will be all over it like a cheap (law) suit.
Thanks for checkin', and if you smell gas, get the hell out of the house!
S.
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