So today started out great - I had a great cup of coffee and Focaccio breakfast sandwich with Johanna at Moka's this morning. It's a super relaxing little place near her work that we like to go to sometimes to indulge ourselves. Then I got a couple of errands done, checked out the iPhone line at the AT&T store (they were already sold out), and headed over to the doctor for what I hoped was some simple blood work. We finished it up after literally 30 seconds, so we happily walked over to Press to enjoy some bread and a nice steaming plate of clams. The weather was so nice, we were like yay! as we walked back through the Seattle University campus.
Then we got back to the office and my doctor said, "we gotta get you in for a transfusion today, your platelets are at 8, I'm really worried." Ugh. Normally they should be at 140 and mine started at 31 and have been dropping ever since. And even though it's not unexpected that they're going down (they should go down before they go back up), they're low enough that I run the risk of something bad happening over the weekend if we don't get some platelets in there. I don't mind so much about the transfusion itself, but the bummer is that each transfusion is less effective than the last, so we were hoping to be able to reserve them for when they were seriously needed. Well here we are I guess. So I have a transfusion at 3:30 this afternoon. It should only take a couple of hours, and the results of the transfusion should last about 2-3 days. Wish me luck :)