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In which I have more bloodwork
I've decided that everything completely and utterly sucks. I had my oncology consult yesterday, which went remarkably badly, as far as my behaviour is concerned.
They waited a little on the long side to take me in and draw more blood, so the emla cream that I had on started to wear off a litte and I could feel the needle in my arm while they were taking blood. I was sobbing and howling, which made Steve upset and prompted him to look to see how close they were to being done with the siphoning which made him dizzy and woozy. Not good. They had to get him a glass of water and I had to lay down for the better part of 45 minutes and I still was lightheaded.
I'm going to do the news in stages. On the bright side, my WBC and platelets have come down a little from where they were before. They're now not more than 10% above what they should be. The bad news is that they're still high, I did lose a lot of weight, I still have no appetite, and I'm still bruising pretty badly. Dr. Mei, the woman I saw, had me schedule an appointment for a CT scan of my chest, abdominal, and pelvic regions and another appointment to have more blood taken to see what's going on. She's also rerunning every test that my doctor did to double check their accuracy. Thankfully, they took six vials yesterday and have enought to do what they need to.
My right arm is bruised to hell. I don't know where I got these, but I noticed them tonight at work. My fucking cunt DM called, as well, and gave me the whole "the whole team is here for you and we're rooting for you" shit, after I rendered her speechless when I told her what was up. Funny, she wanted off the phone pretty quickly after that. I can't imagine why... Stupid whore.
I need sleep. I feel sick and Steve is going to be here early in the morning to get me for work. I don't want to be home anymore than I have to now. I just want to be busy.
They waited a little on the long side to take me in and draw more blood, so the emla cream that I had on started to wear off a litte and I could feel the needle in my arm while they were taking blood. I was sobbing and howling, which made Steve upset and prompted him to look to see how close they were to being done with the siphoning which made him dizzy and woozy. Not good. They had to get him a glass of water and I had to lay down for the better part of 45 minutes and I still was lightheaded.
I'm going to do the news in stages. On the bright side, my WBC and platelets have come down a little from where they were before. They're now not more than 10% above what they should be. The bad news is that they're still high, I did lose a lot of weight, I still have no appetite, and I'm still bruising pretty badly. Dr. Mei, the woman I saw, had me schedule an appointment for a CT scan of my chest, abdominal, and pelvic regions and another appointment to have more blood taken to see what's going on. She's also rerunning every test that my doctor did to double check their accuracy. Thankfully, they took six vials yesterday and have enought to do what they need to.
My right arm is bruised to hell. I don't know where I got these, but I noticed them tonight at work. My fucking cunt DM called, as well, and gave me the whole "the whole team is here for you and we're rooting for you" shit, after I rendered her speechless when I told her what was up. Funny, she wanted off the phone pretty quickly after that. I can't imagine why... Stupid whore.
I need sleep. I feel sick and Steve is going to be here early in the morning to get me for work. I don't want to be home anymore than I have to now. I just want to be busy.