As expected, I needed a platelet infusion today. My CBC showed I only had 3,000 of those clotting babies, whereas normal is 150,000-400,000. It's possible that merely typing this post is risky. I will type softly.
My reds are also on the low side of low, but my doctor opted not to transfuse me as I'm asymptomatic, that is, I'm still breathing. Looks like I've reached the "nadir" in my counts. This is a certified SAT word, so if you know a student currently embroiled in applying to college, be sure to mention this. Nadir=the pits, the lowest point. That's where you'll find me.
I've also been running a low-grade fever since yesterday, 99-100. This is my body's response to the low white blood count situation. I'm willing myself to stay under 100.5, because when my temperature hits that, I'm cooked. I have to call my doctor and most likely be admitted to the hospital for antibiotic infusions.
You may be wondering why I've titled this post with a Donovan tune, other than the fact that I'm probably doing way more drugs than he did when he wrote it. Mellow Yellow is my name for a bag of platelets which are a soft, creamy yellow. I guess it did mellow me a bit, because I slept away the afternoon.