I got my blood transfusion today. So that will definitely bring my hemoglobin up. Doc Richardson is also going to look at my mmf and my prednisone, as they are both known to drop hemoglobin as well.
On the way home, I asked my dad to stop at the 7-eleven to buy me a slurpee. While inside, another lady exited the 7-eleven and approached my half open window as I sat in the passenger side of the car.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY SPARE CHANGE FOR THE BUS?” she asked loudly. I told her I didn’t. “WELL CAN YOU CHECK YOUR PURSE?!?!” she asked, again loudly, and in an agitated manner.
Mmmyah right. I’ll pull out my wallet so this woman has the opportunity to stick her whole body into my open window and steal my wallet.
“I don’t have any change” I responded.
“CAN YOU CHECK YOUR PURSE??!”
Oh man..what’s taking my dad so long with that slurpee??
“NO. I just got out of the hospital and I don’t have any money..!” I said, a bit louder than before.
“DID YOU CHECK YOUR PURSE ALREADY?”
“LISTEN. I just got out of the hospital. See?” I pulled up my sleeve to reveal my gauze and tape covered fistula. “So please, I don’t have any change so please leave me alone”‘
she responded “Oh ok. Well then…” and then she sauntered away.
When my dad returned a few moments later, I told him about the ordeal. He told me that she had just gotten kicked out of the 7-eleven, probably for harassing customers.
Can you check your purse. WTH?