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Oncologist is not a word you want to hear
I haven't felt much like writing lately. I've had too much to do and not a hell of a lot of energy to do it with. I finally got back to the doctor's last... Wednesday... I think. I had to wait around for fifty minutes to get a two minute consultation and a referral.
Some old woman told Steve and me that we were not fit to be parents because we were playing with Elliott on the floor. What else are you suppose to do with a toddler? Try and make him sit still?
Basically what this all boils down is my platelets are really high and they don't know why. My white blood cell count is kind of high, too, but they're not as worried about that. I've been referred to an haemotologist-oncologist for more bloodwork. My appointment is the 24th. of September, which is, evidently, the best that they can do for me. I now have a month to worry about what's wrong with my blood and a month to be paranoid that this is something deadly, like cancer.
I guess there's fair potential that this is one of the symptoms of some kind of leukemia. They already ruled out any kind of anaemia. I'm still bruising easily and I get tired and frustrated way too easily. I've been taking naps with more frequency, too, which is something that I never do. Anyone who knows me knows that I never take naps and I can function well on very little sleep. Maybe I'm just getting old?
I think that Matt is taking this a lot worse than I am. He's convinced I'm going to die or something. I told him I would take out a huge life insurance policy if I thought I was going to.
Work is going fairly well. I've been there a lot lately, since I find myself less likely to dwell on what might be if I'm busy. Tracy continues to be a cunt and has been hindering us every step of the way at the store. We have to do something with the visors, but other than that, the store looks pretty damn good, if you ask me.
Blah. I had to somewhat bail Steve out tonight. I guess somewhere within the chaos of the move, he neglected to reregister his car and was informed when he was pulled over tonight that he couldn't drive it anymore. It's somewhere in Abington right now, waiting for him to bail it out tomorrow. He ended up calling me to pick him up and give him a ride to his parents' house. It's been a fairly exciting day.
I also went to Ames with Mom and picked up stuff for school and some bed linens at discount, since Ames is going out by September. All I need now is to register for classes and get everything else out of the way. Woo.
I've been up way too long today. Maybe I'll be able to update more in the coming weeks.
Some old woman told Steve and me that we were not fit to be parents because we were playing with Elliott on the floor. What else are you suppose to do with a toddler? Try and make him sit still?
Basically what this all boils down is my platelets are really high and they don't know why. My white blood cell count is kind of high, too, but they're not as worried about that. I've been referred to an haemotologist-oncologist for more bloodwork. My appointment is the 24th. of September, which is, evidently, the best that they can do for me. I now have a month to worry about what's wrong with my blood and a month to be paranoid that this is something deadly, like cancer.
I guess there's fair potential that this is one of the symptoms of some kind of leukemia. They already ruled out any kind of anaemia. I'm still bruising easily and I get tired and frustrated way too easily. I've been taking naps with more frequency, too, which is something that I never do. Anyone who knows me knows that I never take naps and I can function well on very little sleep. Maybe I'm just getting old?
I think that Matt is taking this a lot worse than I am. He's convinced I'm going to die or something. I told him I would take out a huge life insurance policy if I thought I was going to.
Work is going fairly well. I've been there a lot lately, since I find myself less likely to dwell on what might be if I'm busy. Tracy continues to be a cunt and has been hindering us every step of the way at the store. We have to do something with the visors, but other than that, the store looks pretty damn good, if you ask me.
Blah. I had to somewhat bail Steve out tonight. I guess somewhere within the chaos of the move, he neglected to reregister his car and was informed when he was pulled over tonight that he couldn't drive it anymore. It's somewhere in Abington right now, waiting for him to bail it out tomorrow. He ended up calling me to pick him up and give him a ride to his parents' house. It's been a fairly exciting day.
I also went to Ames with Mom and picked up stuff for school and some bed linens at discount, since Ames is going out by September. All I need now is to register for classes and get everything else out of the way. Woo.
I've been up way too long today. Maybe I'll be able to update more in the coming weeks.