Day 2: Nixed by Neutros

Well this day never really got off the ground. My sis and I got to my clinic around 11am and after being prepped for the injection (vitals, blood draw, and urinalysis), they decided not to pump me full of chemo today due to my neutrophil count being too low and my leukoblast count (many of which mature into neutrophils) where also low. 

So obviously my bone marrow took a huge hit after my last treatment which is no shock to me. I felt terrible after that. The only way I can describe the way I felt is fortunately or unfortunately, though I don't know what it's like to be high as a kite on crack, I imagine it's roughly akin to the way I felt. I couldn't sleep, but I desperately wanted to. I was jumpy and had some weird full-body convulsions. Let's just say it was not fun. 

So maybe it wasn't like being on crack maybe it was like trying to get my body off its unbridled dependence crack. Anyway, this is just a little description for everyone wondering what it's like to be pumped full of chemicals for a work day. Oh this and boatloads of nausea, too. I felt like I was about to puke (periodically, which I did) for about 2 and a half days.

Then they told me to come back next Friday. By that time, my body should be fully prepared to take another fully loaded chemo hit knocking it back down from whence it came. But then they told me they'd give me a white cell booster shot to give me every Saturday right after. So that should keep my cell counts within acceptable limits. So my nurse said I'd have a good week this week. Okay, so what should a chemo patient who's having a good week do with himself? Check out our fabulous bus system. Shuttle rides for the disabled? I'd like to take a walk somewhere nice, so maybe I should just shoot for that.