Written 9/26 - posted late.
I’m back where I was earlier this week.CBC was low, platelets held their own at double what they were Monday. Another unit of blood was ordered for today.
Keeping with the feelings of the past few days I was tired, chilled, weak and breathless when I arrived this morning Spiked a high fever of 102’ so while I waited for the cross matching they gave me 2 tylenol and covered me with warm blankets back in the Infusion Center.
The consensus is that most of the blood received earlier has been dispersed into the system in the form of the huge bruises (which have spread wildly); little getting to the heart, hence the extra unit today. When I arrived my pulse was 133 and I was panting heavily. No, there wasn’t a good looking (read Hunky) gentleman anywhere in the vicinity.
Felt terrible most of the morning until about half way through the new blood when my breathing calmed, chest relaxed, and chills subsided. Fever finally came down to 99.3 (my normal these days), pulse dropped to 103, and I was fairly clear-headed when I left for home.
I have a new prescription (just what I need, another one!) for a drug similar to Ativan, which I will fill tomorrow when I feel stronger. Being a narcotic it must be hand-delivered and signed for at pick up. Too weak to stop this afternoon and do all that walking.
Haven’t been sleeping well all week, either. Maybe I will tonight with the new blood and extra Benadryl. I can only hope.
I hope the weekend is one of healing and restful sleep.
And so it goes.