Slept for—count 'em!—12 hours Monday night. Woke up just as tired and useless as when I went to bed.
What's that all about?
Naturally, speculation runs high in my tiny brain. Could it be
- that we had an extra week between Shots Weeks due to the bone marrow biopsy, so I was reacting more strongly to the Vidaza?
- that I'd had too much weekend (golf Friday, wedding and poor night's sleep Saturday, no real naps Thursday through Sunday)?
- worst—that the blood counts were down?
- Hemoglobin—12.4
- Platelets—118,000.
So, here it is Wednesday morning, after another long sleep night (9 hours), and the fatigue factor carries on. The old TV ad for Geritol is running through my head: "tired blood."
Tired of tired blood might be more like it. Also, tired of bowels acting like a recalcitrant two year-old. They won't move even though they know that want to, have to, need to.
Pass the prunes.
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