It was flapping its useless little wings
Aug. 15th, 2002 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlI should really update more often. Obviously, I'm not dead yet, but it's getting there.
I finally got my bloodwork results back. My problem is basically that my white blood cells and my platelets are high. I believe my WBC is +2400 and my platelets are +100, which is evidently worse than the white cells. I spent all fucking morning at the doctor's yesterday to basically be told that I am indeed sick and there is something wrong with me, but they have no idea what it is or how to fix it. Fucking wonderful. They referred me to a haemotologist, who I need to call and make an appointment with.
That basically ruined yesterday for me. I ended up going home and taking a couple hour nap at Steve's behest because I, evidently, looked awful. I took a three and a half hour nap after I picked Matt up, then went out for about an hour before going to bed for the night (read: sleeping eight more hours). This is so unlike me. I never take naps. I used to be capable of functioning well on five hours of sleep or less.
I have another huge ass haemorage on my left breast. That came up a couple days ago. I have a couple more blood spots in various places as well. Bah.
I am now the proud owner of fishies now. The cunt district manager told us that we had to remove them from the store. Steve's igloo is too cold and he also has a small person with curious, grabby fingers, so they came home with me. I overfeed them. Caesar is staring at me right now, lying about how he hasn't been fed in ages.
I got my car tuned up today. I still need brakes, but the oil change and tire rotation was more than enough for one day. I also got new shorts and a ice pink tee. I needed some new shorts.
Elliott drools in his sleep. He fell asleep in the car on the way to the batting cages and I held him while Steve hit a few baseballs. Elliott is definitely the coolest kid besides my nephew.
I need to finish my pasta that Matt cooked and get some sleep. Work tomorrow, work Sunday... Probably more bloodwork.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I finally got my bloodwork results back. My problem is basically that my white blood cells and my platelets are high. I believe my WBC is +2400 and my platelets are +100, which is evidently worse than the white cells. I spent all fucking morning at the doctor's yesterday to basically be told that I am indeed sick and there is something wrong with me, but they have no idea what it is or how to fix it. Fucking wonderful. They referred me to a haemotologist, who I need to call and make an appointment with.
That basically ruined yesterday for me. I ended up going home and taking a couple hour nap at Steve's behest because I, evidently, looked awful. I took a three and a half hour nap after I picked Matt up, then went out for about an hour before going to bed for the night (read: sleeping eight more hours). This is so unlike me. I never take naps. I used to be capable of functioning well on five hours of sleep or less.
I have another huge ass haemorage on my left breast. That came up a couple days ago. I have a couple more blood spots in various places as well. Bah.
I am now the proud owner of fishies now. The cunt district manager told us that we had to remove them from the store. Steve's igloo is too cold and he also has a small person with curious, grabby fingers, so they came home with me. I overfeed them. Caesar is staring at me right now, lying about how he hasn't been fed in ages.
I got my car tuned up today. I still need brakes, but the oil change and tire rotation was more than enough for one day. I also got new shorts and a ice pink tee. I needed some new shorts.
Elliott drools in his sleep. He fell asleep in the car on the way to the batting cages and I held him while Steve hit a few baseballs. Elliott is definitely the coolest kid besides my nephew.
I need to finish my pasta that Matt cooked and get some sleep. Work tomorrow, work Sunday... Probably more bloodwork.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.