All of our appointments ran on time today, which left me a little flummoxed. My numbers are where they were expected to be, with my wbc count so low that they didn't bother to do a differential count. My magnesium was low, so I got to take home an intermate infusion. My phosphorous is high, so I've been encouraged to get more fluids in.
This morning's blood draw was a little unnerving as I had to give 16 vials of blood. I haven't had to give that many since my new patient work up last year. Although I do have a picc line in my right arm, I have to give samples the old fashioned way for particular tests. This means that I have the most attractive needle marks near the creases of my elbows. I often wonder if years from now, I'll make up some sordid story about how I acquired them, a la Roger from American Dad.
My heart rate was significantly elevated when my vitals were taken this morning, which alarmed Chris. It was somewhere in the 140 range. The nurse waited a few minutes, then checked it again and it dropped down to 120. I normally fall between 88 and 100. Our doctor explained that it's not unusual considering the chemo I've been given and the steroids, etc. Being anemic can also cause this to happen. Who, me?
I'm just a little tired today, but otherwise feel like myself.