It could be worse, I guess

Ugh and oh no.  I took a nap.  When I woke up, I feel like I was ran over by a truck and I got a cough.  This is how Teresa’s illness started.  I don’t want to be sick for 6 or 7 days.  I don’t want to have to go to the doctor and get antibiotic.  I DON’T WANT TO BE SICK!!! I got things to do, people to see, places to go.  No time for illness, I am a busy man next week.  Oh well, almost all of it can be rescheduled. <COUGH COUGH> Timing on this could be worse, so at least I think I am getting sick now so I don’t have to worry about being sick later.  Teresa is about over her sickness, 2 day incubation, 4 day dying.  I am on day 1/2.  Got a long week to look forward to.


Had my blood check at the cancer center.  Platelets are down even more.  In a healthy person, platelets are between 150k and 450k.  Mine are now officially at 33k and falling.  I have my cancer doc stumped.  He is going to appeal to a more knowledgeable power, UofI Cancer Center. I hope they have some idea.  We tried the mega dose of steroids, so it is NOT the common thing that happens after chemo, not the thing he knows how to fix.  Dr Google has failed me on both finding out why this is happening and finding out how to fix it.  For now, I just have to be very careful not to cut myself or bump anything that causes a bruise, cuz the last paper cut I got bled for 6 hours.  Heh and bleh.


I’d drag all my records up from the basement, but I don’t think we have anywhere I can store them.  Records are big, cds are small.  Simple as that.  I will try to figure out a place for them here in the bedroom.  I want to listen to some of them now that I have a working record player.  Teresa would be mad at me if I just brought them up and set them in the middle of the room.  I will figure something out, maybe go buy a Album Rack, I had one as a kid, I know they have to exist again since records are making a comeback.


Our Furnace is not working right.  It’s blowing air, but the air isn’t hot or warm for that matter.  Called the furnace repair people and they are trying to get someone out today.  Heh, I love living in a small town, same day service.  It’s probably the same problem we have had a couple times over the years.  Little gizmo needs replacing.  Didn’t think we were going to have a problem this year, I even think I talked about it here, but I was wrong.  Another bill this month.


I hope I feel up to seeing my shrink tomorrow.  Would really suck if I missed it.  He would still prescribe me meds and they would reschedule me til next month if I asked.  As I sit here and cough I wonder if I will feel worse tomorrow or not.


Teresa is finally feeling better, not well, but better.  She is surprised that her cough didn’t wake me at night.  Heh, I sleep the sleep of the dead thanks to clonazepam (Klonnie) and Flexeril.  lol.  Once I am asleep, I SLEEP.


I need to talk to Teresa.  I need to talk to her about several things.  I wonder if she is finally ok enough to hear what I have to say?  The only pressing issue I have discuss with her is how I am getting from the Region to Indy for Thanksgivingfest.  The rest of the stuff I have to discuss is actually months away.  Then again, by the rate this year is going by, months seem like weeks and before I know it it’ll be a new year.


Leukemia chat is tonight.  Gotta try to remember to do that.  I always seem to remember too late.  I hope every one who participates in the chat is doing well.  I should be around to do it.


I told you guys about my chronic cough, well it’s gone.  Long story that I don’t want to get into, but be happy for me that I am not hacking up a lung every night.  STUPID ME though..


Next month my appointment is actually with Dr Wehbe and not one of his nurses.  Dr Wehbe is my cancer doctor.  He is a really knowledgeable guy.  We have had some really smart and funny conversations.  It’ll be good to actually have his undivided attention for a while and hopefully he will have some new information about my platelet problem.  He has a month to talk to the gods on high at UofI.


Here ya go.  A little Sex Pistols for you watching and listening pleasure…

Author: Jeff Campbell

I am a 47 year old dude, married to the most wonderful woman in the world. I am officially a 2 year survivor of AML Leukemia. I am crazy but love my life anyway.

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