OK so this is my 52nd post but that isn’t the significance of the number 52 today. If I said “Not 36 but 52” you might have a clue about what I am referring to. Today we saw my haematology consultant, whom I discovered was named after my hero “Uncle Bill”, and the news is that my platelet levels have improved again – to 52. Not back to historic levels but definitely OK. Continue reading “Not 50 but 52”
Over the past week or so I have had people saying “You look well” which people have been saying all year, and then they go on to say “better than the last time I saw you“. This threw me a bit. Had I not looked well when they last said I looked well (so do I really look well now or are they just being nice)? Or is it just different shades of looking well? Continue reading “You look well”
In my last post I said that it was my 50th post, if you counted the one re-posting of another post. So this is the 50th post that I have written. After thirty-two thousand words is it time to pause for a bit of retrospection, introspection or even circumspection?
Continue reading “50 Not Out”
Today I was to find out how my blood did in its test. I wouldn’t go quite so far as to say that I approached the consultation in Haematology with trepidation but we were certainly hoping that my platelet level would at least still be in double figures. So we saw a registrar who told us that my platelet level was now at thirty six. Time for a quick discussion with my consultant. He said that as a rule of thumb they were happy when people had a platelet level above 30, below that they would need to consider some form of intervention. Therefore it was decided that we should go for Plan C. Continue reading “Is it a blip or is it a trend?”
Some years ago someone came up with the idea of ICE numbers in your mobile phonebook. These would be numbers to be called In Case of Emergency which worked well until it was necessary to type in a PIN in order to access the phonebook. So now it became a bit more challenging – if I was found unconscious by a cryptologist they could crack my PIN code find my phonebook and call my ICE contact. Otherwise I would be stuffed. Continue reading “ICE, paper and blood”