Sunday, January 21, 2007

You know...

Except for this "Making No Platelets in My Buttbone on My Own" gig and quite possibly growing a full beard from Cyclosporin, I gotta say, with just the right mix of meds for me, I could at the very least wax your car. Lefthanded. For free. I'm definitely considering it. Definitely. Extremely productive when awake.

Should channel this energy into Blood Drives instead though.

Off to doctor tomorrow, wagering I need some platelets. Who's a gamblin' man?

Last stats:
platelet count 36k @ 01/16/07,
to 24k
@ 01/19/07
01/21/01 -- I feel a healthy, wealthy
56k
but I wager a healthy, infusable 17k

short-term goal:
100k
long-term goal: 315k

Yeah, I apologize. I'm boring myself with this, too. Pray for my mom that she hits me in the back of the head with a shovel so we can go to sleep tonight.

She's flipping at the tv watching "Iron Chef America", and I asked what food they're competing with -- she said "beets." I paused. I tried not to, but I said, "I'm sorry that you have to hear this, but that means they're having a 'Beet Off'...hee hee hee. Y'know?" She's gone to the garden shed to get the shovel. Goodnight!





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