Spent the day in bed with gastric woes. Finally sent Kathy a text to say that I was not going to make Stations.
I finally made it upright about a half hour ago. I heated the dinner my parents brought me back from their outing to the Warren Tavern with my Aunt Ann and my Uncle Frank.
I made it about half/three quarters of the way through delicious baked haddock, potatoes and salad when I remembered that a) take out/restaurant food and b) salad are forbidden on a neutropenic diet.
Which might not be the end of the world if I were progressing nicely, but yesterday was another setback. Last Saturday, my white blood cell count was 2,800 (normal is 4,500 to 11,000). Yesterday I had dropped to 1,700. If I don't make more of my own by next Thursday they will reintroduce neupogen.
As the Favorite Naval Consort said "I know this is a kick in the teeth. But you have to keep fighting." Yeah, yeah. What other choice do I have?
Plus my mother is mad at me about going to Mass Wednesday and trying to go to Stations tonight. She says I am not taking this seriously enough.
Friday, March 11, 2011
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For what it's worth, I'm pullin' for you and sending positive vibes your way.
What wolfwalker said.
And... I read over the Neutropenic Diet and guidelines. Interesting to note that ALL the foods that are "good" for you right now are technically "bad" for me, i.e. pre-packaged, frozen food and whatnot that I consider guilty pleasures, and tend to eat a lot of. Growing up with a mom that cooked the most amazing meals, I ended up with a strange desire for Turkey TV dinners and frozen pizza which holds up to this day.
Eat... rest... C'mon white blood cells!
Ya know...I dunno about that Catholic stuff. But I do know a bit about knot heads.
If you screw this bit up, I WILL haunt you. That may sound like fun, but we'll see.
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