
Yes, I finally got that long-awaited third bone marrow aspirate done today. Corkscrewed a big chunk right out of Ye Olde Buttbone. But when it comes back from testing, I expect nothing but good news.
Heck no, I don't know what's going on either. They call it ITP (immune-thrombocytopenic purpura), a blood disorder where an antibody gone wild started attacking my healthy platelets. Now my body won't produce platelets due to aplastic anemia, and that's a mighty bad thing for people like me who enjoy a nice bloodclot now and then.