It has been an interesting few weeks as far as treatments go. On the 18th, I went to Dr. Gupta for what I thought would be an Aranesp injection. Instead, it was just another round of labs. My hemoglobin was only 6.7, so they promptly sent me across to the hospital to do the workup for another blood transfusion. Have I mentioned I’m a hard stick? Between Gupta’s lab and the hospital, it was 7 sticks to get two draws.
The next morning, I skipped several ceremonies at work that I really wanted to be a part of for an event I could have done without entirely. Well, not entirely. But if I could get the benefits of two units of blood without an IV sitting in my arm (it was another two sticks to get that going…) I would be very happy.
I don’t remember much about that weekend. I was pretty much in a fog for most of it. But I did know that I still felt rough. So, Monday I called and set up another appointment. The phlebotomists tend to look at you weird when they spend an hour trying to get blood out of you on Thursday, and you end up back in their chair on Monday. Sure enough, I was only at 7.6, so they ordered me another unit for Wednesday. Total sticks for the day? 8.
By the time Wednesday came around, I was totally famous. They tried a couple of times to start the IV, with no success. They ended up getting three nurses and an ultrasound machine in there to get it going. One of the nurses I have about 40 friends in common with. I have no idea how I haven’t met her before now. Well, I did, but it was last September when I went in for the bone marrow biopsy, but that’s a story for another day.
I went back to the cancer center on Thursday for another round of Aranesp and labs. There are some advantages of being known… I walked in, they had me a ginger ale waiting, and they held the other patients back so the entire lab could work on me together… or maybe it was so I wouldn’t pass out and wipe out another patient on the way down… I’m not entirely sure. But they got it on the first try (hemoglobin up to 8.0, yay!) and I was able to get my injection of liquid fire.
Friday and Saturday were the most productive days I’ve had in quite a while. I was knocking items off my to-do list at work all day Friday. As for Saturday, well… I’ll let the picture speak for itself. The shelf was a project I had been working on since last July. Dad came over and helped me get it finished, or at least most of the way so. It still needs painting and the doors mounted, but I’ll take it. We also got the garage cleaned out from the disaster area it had been from one too many projects going on at the same time. Added to that, my in-laws helped me swap the guest bedroom and my office. Everything looks so much better now. I’m exhausted today, but it is an exhaustion that comes with a tremendous sense of accomplishment.
This upcoming Friday, we have an appointment with the main doctor at Emory. We’ll head that way Thursday after work and spend the night. Oh, the joy of 7:40 AM appointments!