This morning I will go get blood drawn to see if my counts are back to normal. I went to work yesterday, acting like I suffer from mysophobia and avoiding direct contact with everyone. I hope I'm back in normal range or I'll be cancelling my plastic surgeon appointment and likely postponing chemo this week.
I feel OK, although very tired. That makes me wonder if I'm still low. The other troubling fact is that a lot of side effects that we'd gotten rid of have returned. I've had a headache every day for a week, I cannot sleep through the night (with OR without medication,) and I'm moody as all get-out. We've also now added night sweats to the mix, so I'm a real bundle of fun.
I woke this morning at 1:45 and tried for 45 minutes to go back to sleep. I finally gave up, ate a bowl of cereal, showered, and paid some bills. Even if my blood counts are back to normal, I don't see me making it 8 hours at work today. I hate to be negative, but since I'll be leaving for 2 hours for my appointment, I'd have to stay until 3:30 or so, and I'm not sure how well that will mix with waking so early.
I do have enough built-in paranoia from the last Dr visit that I'm packing a small bag. LOL Poor Kevin had to log about 150 miles last Tuesday because I was admitted into the hospital with nothing other than what I had on. I am sure they won't admit me this time, even if my counts are low, because I don't have a fever or any other symptoms. If for some reason they do, however, my glasses, contact case, and phone charger will be in the car.
OK, 4:00. That means Kevin will be waking soon and I can quit being so quiet. I'm ready for work, so I only have to kill another half hour before leaving. Phew. It's already been a long day.