Nothing much.

Hi, guys. I've been reading your blogs again, which is a lot of fun, except for when you have troubles. Otherwise, I enjoy reading your thoughts and your opinions--what things are meaningful in your lives--and especially how you view the world.

Got my two pints of blood on Wednesday. The appointment was for 1 p.m., so we arrived at 12:45 to try to be the first in line. It worked! It was sad, though, since non-emergency transfusions are given in the oncology building where they do chemo. Everyone else in there, as far as I could see, was a chemo patient of long standing. No hair; emaciated, etc. Oddly, there was only one woman. I heard two nurses discussing Taxol, so she was a breast cancer patient, and had to be post-menopausal. The man next to me had both his daughter and his son there to keep him company, and a third son showed up later, probably after work. The support of his children...He must be a much-loved father to them. 

Anyway, each pint (two) took over two hours to drip. Then they made me wait a half hour to make sure I didn't have transfusion shock or whatever it's called. They're very, very careful, which I appreciated, but I thought I'd never get out of there. Chef drove me, and I asked him to just drop me off and come back later. He refused. Instead, he sat beside me, reading a book, the whole time. It felt good to have him there, but I felt guilty. He's been taking such good care of me--too much. I feel as though I ruined his summer with all of my medical appointments, but he said I'd do the same for him. That was optimistic! lol I read a book, too, and the time passed better than it might have otherwise. But we didn't get home until around 5:30. I did nothing, but was exhausted. The chair was so bad that it triggered my back pain. (I broke some vertebrae and herniated two disks in a diving accident in college. I also broke three vertebrae in my neck. As Chef always says, I should be happy I didn't die, which is true, or be paralyzed forever. (I was, for about 24 hours. It was terrifying.)

Chef went grocery shopping and bought me some liver, beef tenderloin, and pork tenderloin. We had liver and onions that night, then I had red meat cooked off to chip at for the rest of the week. You don't have to have expensive cuts of meat to improve anemia. Cheap cuts will do just as well, in strengthening my blood. But he knows I don't care much for meat except ground beef and a few other cuts of meat. 

I've been reading medical thrillers one right after the other. I love them, and with my current distaste for everything medical, they satisfy my need to see the death and destruction of hospitals. I get all of them from Amazon, used. They come in cheap, sometimes as little as a penny plus shipping. 

I really don't have much to say. Sorry. I'll see you again, with nothing to say then, either. LOL