Morning:
It's bloodwork day, also known as the day that I get my arm poked, and then spend the next two hours obsessively refreshing the myhealth.org website until my results are posted.
I definitely feel better today than yesterday. I slept less fitfully, though I did wake up for a bit in the middle of the night with a clenched stomach (i.e.-anxiety), and I had weird dreams. Still, I feel more rested. Brain fog has decreased significantly, as has sensory over-sensitivity. I was able to listen to the radio (peppy tunes even) as I was driving to the hospital to get my blood drawn, no worries, no problems. I do feel tired, and somewhat weak, but I feel sooo much better than yesterday, and really no comparison to how I felt the day before.
Mentally and emotionally, I can see myself returning to the person that I generally am, and it's a relief to have "her" coming back.
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Results are in, and platelets are at . . .
303!!!!!!
That's a HUGE improvement over the 19 I had a week ago, and the largest jump I think we've ever recorded. So, I'm pleased. I would love to think that this number would carry me for awhile and that steroids will be a thing in my rear view window for a good long time now, but my August steroid cycle bumped me up to 268, and within 6 weeks my ultra-efficient (and sadly confused) body had gotten me all the way back down to 19. So, I'm not making assumptions or getting hopes up to high. If there's one thing I'm learning about this ITP road, it's that it's unpredictable and I never know what this old body of mine is going to do next.
Regardless, 303 is good news, and good news is always welcome. I'm grateful.
