Bloodwork Orange

This week I'm walking around with my port accessed, which means that I have a needle stuck in my vascular port in my chest. I've got this IV line coming off of it, so it's easy to draw the blood, which this week needs to be done on a daily basis. Good times, people. Good times.

Right now I'm waiting at the doctor's office to get results back from today's blood work. My platelet count has been decimated from one of the chemo drugs, and even though I've been eating foods that are supposed to boost their count, the overall numbers are still dropping.

If they drop lower from today's blood work, then they are going to blood type and match me, then send me over to the hospital to get a transfusion of some tasty platelets.

I'm hoping that my counts go up, or at least remain stable, so I don't have to have a transfusion. One of the oncology nurses is also a healer, and she laid her hands on me before they took blood. I'm again hoping that the positive energy gives me that little boost I need to avoid the transfusion.

If I do need to get one, then so be it. At least I'll be reacquainted with my blood type, which I've since forgotten.