The latest bloodwork results are in; apparently there is no depth of depravity to which my hemoglobin would not be prepared to sink. It is at 7.5 (or was, last Friday) which is well into the region of "severe anemia" and I have an appointment with reverse vampires now. On Sat Jun 9th at 0900 they will pump two units of someone else's red blood cells into my veins. If I do not report afterwards, consider the possibility that I may have exploded like a tick or a mosquito who'd sucked too much blood. But probably not.
In better news, my white blood cells, at least, have begun to climb back up. My doctor thinks that it is a sign that my bone marrow, ravaged by the triple therapy attack and now only forced to defend itself against double therapy attack, is beginning to recover somewhat. The effects of the transfusion will last for up to 10 days, during which time RBCs/hemoglobin will also have a chance to recover to less worrisome levels, Or so the thinking goes.
Finally, in completely bizarre news, my left arm had shrunk! The rash on it was much more severe than that on the right one, and it appears as if incivek had just eaten the muscle mass from under the rash! It still itches as well. Anyway, I'd lost about an inch from my bicep and my tricep is barely detectable. The arm feels like a ramshackle construction of skin, bone, dried-out cartilage, and bumpy rash scars. Whatever muscles are discernible are weak and flabby, and somehow hollow. This means that as soon as I get some oxygen in my bloodstream it'll be weight-lifting (and bicycling, but that's a different story!) time. Hurrah! Damn the anti-matter relativistic torpedoes! Onward, raving lunatics!
I really really REALLY REALLY want an Isestegi cider.
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