I’m in a bit of a daze right now and don’t what to do. I feel like I don’t want to stay home and just “think”. I feel like I want to go back to work. I want to apply for an HR job @ my current place of work. I just want to be happy…but at the same time, I have to take care of myself.
I went to my hematologist today so he could tell me about the results of my bone marrow aspiration/biopsy.
My hematologist called me yesterday afternoon to report back on my bone marrow biopsy/aspiration results.
I decided to wait until today to post, hoping to have an answer about my bone marrow biopsy/aspiration. I called my hematologist’s office yesterday and explained the situation to his secretary. She took my hospital number and said she would email the doctor and let him know. I was a bit worried about that as I would assume that such an email would be at the end of his “respond to” list since it would be his most recently received email.
So today I had the fun task of getting my passport photo taken. This process is very difficult for me. I always look in the mirror before heading out to get the photo taken in an attempt to practice my best non-smiling face. I managed to figure out a perfect face-one where my eyes were slightly narrowed and my mouth had a bit of a mona lisa smirk…just barely there.
I was totally thrown off of my game when I got to the passport photo place. I put on a full face of makeup…but I have oily skin that was peaking through the makeup. The photographer had me use a napkin to blot my face. I didn’t have any blotting papers. I blotted and I blotted as I did not want to completely smear all of my makeup off. Then, when I sat in the chair and narrowed my eyes slightly, the photographer said “no! don’t squeeze your eyes!” Man, now I have no idea how my picture will look…! So I tried to maintain the same mouth but keep my eyes more open. I like the “eye squeeze”, as one of my eyes tends to look slightly bigger than the other in pictures. In the end, the picture came out ok. I pinned my twist out to the side to try and make a cute hairstyle, but I’m looking a little like “The Donald”.
Later in the evening, I managed to find myself back at starbucks for a decaf soy vanilla latte. Thankfully, they had still had those lovely free treats…so I got another red velvet whoopie pie. The following was my whoopie pie’s short existence. I saved it until I got home so I could have whoopie in bed.
..with my nephrologist. We’ll see what Doc Rich has to say…
…the only doctor (my hematologists) who knows how to read my bone marrow results is out of town until next week. I asked if another hematologist could read my results and I was told that it would be best for MY hematologist to read the results since he is familiar with my case.
I am convinced that there is no guarantee that I will be at the top of his priority list when he returns.
My transplant is waiting on his results.
My place of work is (rightfully) wondering what the status of my surgery is.
A happy camper I am not.
That is all.