Still on the rise. (Straight from the horse’s mouth…)

Today’s blood work produced more positive results: my platelet count is up to 72,000 this week!

I know this number is still considered low, but, honestly, I think my count could have been at 72,000 or even 31,000 for the past year and I wouldn’t have had a clue. I’m not experiencing any more strange bruising/petechiae anymore and still feel fine, so it really makes me wonder…

And, the chemo nurses/staff at my doctor’s office couldn’t be nicer. They’re so happy to give me good news and seem genuinely glad to see me each week as they give me my Nplate injection. I’m actually glad to see them, too. It’s like I told the nurse in the lab who draws my blood every Monday morning, “I’ll be seeing you a lot! We’re going to be BFFs!” (Any attempt to feign enthusiasm was unsuccessful, as she replied with a, “Yeahhhh…” And, I mean, I don’t really blame her. I made the BFF comment with the fervor of a junior high cheerleader. It was borderline psycho. I’ll own it…and blame it on the Prednisone.)  

Speaking of ‘roids, my doctor said I could reduce the my dosage of Prednisone again, so I’m now taking 5 mg every-other-day. Pretty excited about that. Maybe next week I can cut it down completely.

So, with this good news, I’m going to go ahead and call it a good day, even though I had some minor setbacks in other areas of life.

I received a company-wide e-mail bulletin this morning, alerting employees that we would be experiencing a 12% reduction in our staff, with the bulk of the “reorg” (read: layoffs) occurring this week. I later found out that my boyfriend has to move to a different city for work. And, to top it all off, I was pulled over by a horse cop on the way to work this morning.

(Yep. A horse cop. I thought, for a second, that I was actually still asleep and having a random dream. I was waiting for the horse to start talking to confirm my suspicions, but no such luck. He just sniffed my shoulder as the cop hovered over me.

Let me get this straight: I am already running late due to this morning’s blood work and am being pulled over in downtown Houston, Texas by a cop on a horse named Herschel. Do we have horse cops in downtown Houston?

And, no, they don’t pull you over via sirens or lights. They pull you over by coming right up to your window and scaring you to death as you sit at the stoplight like a zombie…for things like expired registration stickers. I know I was supposed to put that on in December, Dad. Oops.

My aunt, who was here visiting, helped me win the cop over and he ended up voiding the two tickets he had written.

…but not before making me put my new registration sticker on and asking me if the reason I get nervous around cops is due to the “load of marijuana” that I “carry around in the back…”

BAHAHA! I nearly died. What?!?!?! Can horse cops joke around about stuff like that?

Moreover, can horse cops pull people over? Did that really happen?)

So, thank you, Platelets, for performing and making life a little more positive/less weird.

What a day. :)