All my stocks are up: white blood count - 8.7, which is actually at the high end of normal; RBC is up slightly at 4.65; hemoglobin 14.4; and my platelets are back within the healthy range (albeit toward the low end of the scale) at 160.
Friday was fun. I was out past four and had a FishMac™. I went to Karaoke on Tuesday and did an abysmal rendition of Total Eclipse of the Heart - pure torture. Lucky for me, some bozo latecomer attempted it just after I brought the house down with U2’s With or Without You. I was thus redeemed.
The Jehovah’s Witnesses stopped by the other day. I can never seem to get rid of them over the intercom and, not wanting to toss my keys down or give them the building code, I went downstairs myself. Hat off and in my boxers – not even my closest friends are accorded such courtesy.
I found their talk about the end of the world strangely comforting this time around, but chalked it up to schadenfreude. I told them I was a priest in a church that didn’t believe in God (true story) and they seemed cool with that. I told them I had cancer and they gave me a little book with pretty pictures and indicated the relevant chapters.
It was then that three sweet old French lady tourists excused themselves past me and I wished each and all a very good day in their respective languages.
My friend Christine is coming from New York this Saturday. She’s bringing curcumin and catnip among other treats. The catnip is actually for my cat and not an herbal remedy for me, although I’ll try just about anything at this point.
These past couple weeks since my last cycle have flown by and I’m dreading the chemo next Tuesday, but mikeFEST!™ officially begins next Thursday with Chicken Day on Petřin Hill and I’m really looking forward to it. I’ll be going straight there from the hospital.