23 February, round #2

Another boring, grey day. I don’t think I’ll even be able to bask in a sunbeam today, darn it. Rory’s bringing the girls down around midday though, so that’s something to look forward to.

I’ve been given more platelets, which also means I’ve been given a Benadryl and some Tylenol. I have a love/hate relationship with Benadryl. On the one hand, it helps to alleviate allergic reactions, which I appreciate. On the other, it makes me horribly sleepy. I ended up napping most of my morning away.

Well, that’s just GREAT. It looks like I’m once again running a fever. A low one, mind, only 99.4F, but still, I don’t want it to escalate into the nightmare I had last cycle when my temp spiked at 102 and my room was filled with nurses murmuring dire warnings about being carted off to the ICU.😱

False alarm. The low fever dissipated and I’m once again down to 98.3. Whew! It’s the little things…

Had a nice visit with my critters, who only once tried to bicker and I barked at them both. There followed a short period of sulking and then all was well. (I’m sure I was this weird when I was a teen but I don’t remember it. Selective memory, maybe?) Rory is exhausted and is beginning to look it. It’s not just wrangling the girls, it’s everything else that comes with being a working temporarily single parent: the shopping, the bill paying, making sure the critters get to school, the pressures of work (and they’re piling up), the commute to and from downtown San Antonio, ferrying Leyna to her Theater Tech meetings… It’s almost never-ending. I wish I could help out more, but the work I’m doing here at the hospital is every bit as important. I’m working to save my life.