Good afternoon folks,
I thought I would poke my head out from under this rock and have a look around. Things have not been fantastic for me of late. I have another first to add to my list of new experiences: today I had a blood transfusion. So that was not an altogether welcome addition to my achievements, but I guess it was necessary so off we went to the cancer clinic with an IV jammed into my bicep.
A little background, I suppose, is in order: I had been feeling pretty damned sluggish after our trip to Slave lake last weekend. A lot went wrong on that trip, and the bad luck followed me home. First I ran out of enzymes, and second I was having some serious gut pain. Add to that far more driving than this skeletal mess I call a body can handle (mostly looking to get some enzymes fruitlessly), and sleeping on a different surface than I am used to, among other minor inconveniences and by the time I was home I was sleeping an awful lot.
Turns out all that sleep had another reason to have shown up. Once I went into the clinic for blood work for my next chemo round I found out, to the detriment of my next chemo round, that my hemoglobin was abnormally low. The day before I had noted some strange happenings in the toilet, that I wrote off to my enzyme struggles. These two occurrences combined led to a trip to the Royal Alex for an exploratory endoscope seeking leaks in my internal pipelines. Awesome. Just fucking awesome.
The doctors never found anything on their strange journey, and I was booked for said transfusion. Things just keep getting more and more interesting for me. The good news is my toilet scenes seem to be returning to normal and hopefully this added blood will mix well with my own and things will get back to normal, but where the hell was the leak? That is for nobody to know apparently, at least not at this point.
It is hard to put into words how frustrating this stuff can be. Suddenly I have become so fragile that I just spontaneously break down while softly meandering through the fields. It’s not enough that you have all your preexisting problems, but new ones are always ready to pop up at a moments notice. Such is my life these days. Woe is me. Why do all this break downs require such invasive repair procedures? Who the hell knows?
Anyway, that is what I have been up to. What is next for me? The devil and his tormentors only know, but know this my friends, I will roll into it with as little griping as I can muster and I will slog through it, because that is how we roll now, just plodding along like our long necked friend above.
Take care!
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