That time of the month & Me
Posted February 16, 2017on:
Yes, it’s that time of the month. No not that time. That, as well as Elvis, long left the building.
The cycle I’m talking about is not menstrual, but drug-related. I took the last of my pills today. They fight cancer by cutting off the blood supply of those cancer cells. The collateral damage, also known as a side effect, is to send my neutrophils running away in droves. They are both fickle and gutless, of course I’d probably do the same if it were not my body.
I have learned, though, that a week or so later Phils will return, thinking it was all clear. We fool them, of course. After a week or so, I start taking those pills again.
Phils, be strong! Stay with me!
One other note, which I think is pretty funny. My phone kept giving me this notification of how long my commute is to my workplace. Apparently, I go there enough that the phone believed Mayo Health System was my employer. I went into settings and removed that so-called job location. I’m not working anywhere right now.
But for the record, it was seven minutes travel from where I live yesterday. I did have bloodwork there, but no one handed me a paycheck.
Still in good spirits. How can I be? Why not? I just do things that I like to do at home.
It was great seeing my big brother Andy, who came from Oregon last week to spend time wiht his baby sister. I heard some stories that I had not heard before and some explanation of events from his youth. Naturally I recorded them. I don’t think his grandkids need to hear them yet. But I’ve got ’em for his kids and mine.
Healthy visitors always welcome.