I had high hopes for this one. I wasn't feeling too "knocked on my butt" lately, and I haven't been bleeding for about a week, so naturally I thought my blood was up and my platelets were fine. I went in for fluids today, and it turns out that my numbers are worse than they have ever been. My white blood count is the lowest its ever been (risk of infections), my hemoglobin is about 3 pints low, and my platelets, good heavens! 42! (normal = 130-500) This makes me think that the Lord is for SURE watching over me and my blood. Every time I've dipped below 60, I've had crazy bleeding sessions (from my nose, from the pin prick where they stick my port). So, the fact that I haven't been bleeding makes me think that the Lord is supernaturally holding my blood together, because it for SURE shouldn't be! Thank you daddy:) And even though my blood (hemoglobin) is low, I haven't felt that whole "pass out weak" feeling. Of course, maybe I just haven't noticed it because I've been all rolling around sneezing, sniffling, running, crying, scratching my eyeballs out instead. It's actually made me question if I might actually prefer nausea over these allergies. (of course I say that NOW...)
I felt really great after getting fluids today. I got two bags because I figure I'm pretty dehydrated seeing as it's all coming out my nose. (yummy! Better than blood though, am I right?!?!) I think those two bags helped a lot. Oh! And I've noticed an improvement in my chemo brain since they took down my dose of oxylaplatin last time! I had my first intellectual conversation in MONTHS on Sunday! It was positively thrilling. (It's the first time my brain has been able to track with more than small talk and banter.) So that's good too. With all my extra energy today, I did about 5 loads of laundry. I'm pretty proud of myself right now. I feel downright domestic like!
I'm rescheduled to try again on Monday, so please be praying that my blood would get a swift kick in the pants by then.