Still feeling depressed, still nothing that can be done about it. Sometimes I wish I was dead, and other I realize how hard I am fighting to stay alive. No worries anyone, I am not suicidal in any way. There is a difference in wishing and doing something about it. I am nowhere near the do something about it stage. I have fought too hard for too long to give it up now. Besides, I have parties to plan. One in May and one in August. The May one might get bumped up a little, but the one on August 8th is in concrete.
My hemoglobin was 8.3 today, dropping .8 points since Monday. Assuming it’s gonna drop another .8 before I get my next lab work next Monday, I will be in dangerous grounds. Dr. Wehbe may or may not give me blood especially considering I see Dr. Alkhateeb on Wednesday. But with a 7.5 and me feeling miserable enough, Dr. Wehbe just might want to give me blood. Who knows? I certainly don’t.
What I do know is that my platelets are going up still. Not fast, but significantly. They are 63 today, If I could get in, I could technically get me bad tooth removed. But who knows what is gonna happen in a month?
this is probably the shortest blog I have written, not counting the ones I didn’t write at all. I’ve got nothing more to say.