What can I say? A Jet-set kind of guy with a full dance-card.
Weekend on Catalina, Dinner at Sardi's, Happy Hour with Patrick Stewart & Ian McKellen, an afternoon luncheon with the Obamas. (Sigh!) There are not enough hours in the day, that's all.
Ah, that's the life for me.
Then I woke up. (Bother!) The phone was ringing. I did a double-take when I looked at the clock. I had slept 11 hours! What? Yep, eleven hours. Not a good sign.
The call was from the Oncologist's nurse. She apologized for the delay in getting back to me. Yeah, what if I had really been in need of blood work or blood? Never mind.
I have an appt. for a CBC tomorrow at 7:30 am, which I am almost positive will be followed by a couple of units transfusion. I can tell. I've gotten increasingly weaker and short of breath since yesterday. As they say, "Timing is Everything." I will pack a few necessities in a bag JIC, again.
Showed my face
at the restaurant, just to say hello, schmooze with customers, and staff. After about 2 hours I began getting weaker and short of breath, so after saying my good-byes, I made a quick exit.
Having had a bite to eat, and taken a hot shower, it's about time to take the evening meds before getting under the covers to read for a while until I fall asleep.
The good news is (so far) there are no high fevers to contend with this time around. Yes, well…it's the little things, isn't it.
And so it goes.
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ah, the glam life! a drug cocktail, a blood letting, make sure dracula is not present...
ReplyDeleteperhaps you will not need a transfusion. and you got to see your customers. it's a start.
good luck tomorrow.
One step at a time, you will get through this. Good luck tomorrow!
ReplyDeletehang in there.
ReplyDeleteI hope it doesn't come down to a hospital spa stay but good thinking to pack a bag JIC.
ReplyDeleteHope "topping off your tank" does the trick.