Yesterday we spent 7 hours at the clinic. My red blood cells are a little pokey, so I needed 2 units of blood. This is apparently normal when your donor is a different blood type than you are. I'm 0+ and he's A+, and the difference makes for extra drama on the counts front. Eventually, I will convert to A+, but in the meantime I must patiently wait for Mr. Donor to start churning out more A's.
I'm getting stronger every day, but that's not enough for me. I want to be well NOW. Especially annoying is that I seem to have misplaced my joie de vivre. Everything seems like a chore, and I find myself staring at the boob tube because it requires no thinking, decision making, or even much cognitive functioning.
Today I hope to make it to my son's cross country race. The risk will be minimal because we'll be outdoors and I can easily avoid crowds. Who knows? Maybe I'll find a piece of my joie de vivre watching a hundred runners thunder across a grassy field.