2003-03-27 - 12:48 p.m.

Allow me to set the scene....

Wednesday, 9:30am. I'm sleeping and the phone is ringing.

me: *groggily* "Hello?"

Dr D: "Melissa? It's Dr D. I got your bloodwork back and I have news."

me: *sitting up and prepping myself* "Okaaaaay....."

Dr D: "Your platelets are fine! Your white count is high though. It's 13,900. If you want to see the hematologists, you can."

me: *breathing a GIANT sigh of relief* "Nah, it's been higher than that in the past and I didn't go see them. What do you suggest I do about the white count?"

Dr D: "Well, I think we should wait a few days and check it again and if it's still high, then we'll go with medication to try to lower it. What do YOU think?"

me: "You're the doc, I'll go with your plan."

Dr D: "Okay, well rest as much as possible and we'll do another check on Monday. I'll call you Tuesday with the results."

me: "We're supposed to go to Columbus for a basketball tourney this weekend. Can I still go?"

Dr D: "You aren't playing, are you?"

me: *laughing* "No"

Dr D: "I think you'll be okay to go. Try to get some sleep, you hear?"

me: "I will. Thanks Dr D. Bye."

The next twenty minutes involved me calling my parents, my job, and my husband to let everyone know I was not relapsing. Then I signed into yahoo messenger and told %%diary-oddly-enough%% about it and went about updating various things and somehow forgot to do it here.

The G and I went for celebratory sushi with my brother and his wife last night and then watched the kids for a bit. It always sucks to show up and one of them is pouting and the other is being a wise ass because they didn't get into trouble. Apparently Grampa (my dad-not known for his patience or parenting methods) had yelled at Brianna because she was sniffling after he told her to blow her nose several times and it had gotten on his nerves. side note-this is the kind of thing that my dad used to yell at us about when I was little, and then if we pouted, were sent to bed regardless of the time We got there and had to play mediators for about an hour and then I got sick of Kevin being the typical big brother and sent them both to bed. We sat and watched South Park with my father and I don't think I've seen him laugh like that in a very long time.

My agenda for the next couple of days is to lay around as much as possible and hope for good news on Monday-the magic day when I go to see the Uber Ear Guy *and* get a cbc drawn...

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