Platelet Spelled Backwards Is Teletalp
On October 24th, I was almost there... just a paltry 7,000 away. If only I could have reached a little further. I could have gotten my next treatment. I could have received it before the downward spiral into... into... not being allowed to receive it. I was so close and now I'm so far away. What surprises await me next Monday (or possibly Tuesday) when I take my next blood test? Stay tuned for The Rise And Fall A Little And Fall A Lot And Rise A Little of Christine's Platelets.
Why is it that I seem to spill something on my shirt when I have no opportunity to change it any time in the near future and I have lots of errands to run and people to see and I have to walk around looking like a slob because I'm 29 years old and haven't learned to eat and drink without making a mess of myself unless it's water that I'm drinking because I never seem to dribble water on myself since that wouldn't show anyway anymore once it dried? Do you have an answer for that, smart guy?
[I must be feeling a little antagonistic today.]
If you use the Google search engine and type in any of the following phrases, my blog is one of the first three sites that will be listed:
How to Look and Act Cool
Magical Christmas Tumor
Weird, eh? And someone in Croatia accessed my blog today. Random.