Hello it's me. I've thought about this blog entry for a long long time.....
(Apologies to Todd Rundgren).
I am finding it hard to write the last few days. My brain is swarming with ideas, and I write and I write and I write. But I cannot end these pieces. Hence, they cannot be posted.
It doesn't help that it's almost time for the World Series- a stupid title, since it only involves the USA, and not the rest of the world- and I have to watch the Yankees. It's like in my blood. Must. Watch. Yankees.
I still have my cold, I have had for most of the month of September- low grade temperature, 100- 101 daily, but over the weekend it grew to 101-102, with the same cough I cannot get rid of, lots of phegm, etc. etc. I have been mobile though, but this weekend, the cold came back with a vengeance.Saw the doc this morning, another round of antibiotics, this time it's the 4 round in 7 weeks, and a warning for bed rest and drink lots of fluids.
And a cautionary comment about my white blood count is probably going through the roof.
Called the blood doc when I got home, and yes, it seems that my white blood count is going through the roof again. Must come in next week for a blood draw, and we will see from there about another bone marrow biopsy.
When it rains it pours.
So I am still here, going to take to my bed, and read, which is a treat, and snuggle with the kitty. Work on an application for a Psychiatric Guide Dog. And sleep sleep sleep since the antibiotics make me sleepy. All that's missing is a Snuggie, and a cup of hot chocolate.