Thinking that having unknown donors during the first week of looking was going to speed up the whole process was wrong. The original 6 to 8 week estimate of when I was to get the transplant is now looking more like 10 to 12. Which in turn means that I might end up in the transplant recovery house for my birthday in August. DOH. That would suck very much. Worse though, there is practically no way I will be released to travel to Indiana by November, so there goes Thanksgivingfest and Thanksgiving with my family. Both of which I really want to do, and it’s a big bummer that in all likelihood I won’t be able to. It’s just an issue of time after transplant and the physical ability to travel.
I am trying to find a localish dentist who can get me in to see them in the next few days, while my platelets are up. I have a known cavity that needs to be taken of before I go in for my transplant. The very last thing I would want is for a cavity to abscess when my white blood cell count will be zero. Tomorrow I try my old dentist (they weren’t open today) and hope they can fit me in with one of the 3 of the dentists there.
Watching Brock “BORE ME TO TEARS” Lesnar beat up Roman Reigns again this week is kind of ridiculous. So tired of seeing this when we all know that Brock is leaving the WWE after WrestleMania and Roman is going to walk out with the belt. Yeah, Brock is a big boy and can fake (and legit) some damage, but do we have to see it every week?
Teresa’s birthday is Sunday, I know she is going to like what I am getting her for her birthday. God of War for the PlayStation on the 20th. Then our 25th anniversary is Monday. I hope she likes what I got her. Totally not on her list of things she has said she wanted, but I thought she might like it. I also got her an aromatherapy diffuser which she knows about, she picked it out. So at least 1 of the gifts is something she wants.
I thought when my mood improved I would be playing computer games again. Well, I haven’t resumed playing much of anything lately. I have been spending 2 hours a day entering all the things on PCHLotto. I spend time on Facebook. I am getting on Edwina’s Bipolar Chat more. But mostly I am just sitting here doing much of nothing.
I did start writing my story that I talked about last time. I have come to the conclusion that I can not write dialog very well. The story parts I have written flow fairly well and you can follow the storyline along, but when people talk it sounds clunky and crappy when its read in my head. Yes, I know I am my worse critic (as everyone is their own worse critic), but this dialog is really bad.
Oh, mood wise I am good. Fatigue seems to have taken on a life of its own. I am sleeping/napping a lot. I know fatigue goes along with cancer, but dang it’s driving me crazy(er).
Teresa is making her beef chunks in gravy stuff tonight. This is one of my favorite meals that she makes. Put the beef chunks and gravy over white rice. It’s pure bliss. I’d share the recipe here if I knew it. The gravy is that good.
Sometime this week I am supposed to find out “The Plan” for my transplant and recovery time. It’ll be nice to finally know when exactly things are going to happen. Until now, I have been just jumping when they say jump. Well, now I will be able to say… on Thursday we have to be a Mayo for this… on Friday this… And so forth and so on. It’ll be nice.
I’m hungry. Dinner is ready in a few minutes. I think I will go now.