Gotta have a theme song and for those old enough to remember I figure “Monday, Monday” by the Mamas and Papas (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h81Ojd3d2rY) will do just fine, “Monday, Monday can’t trust that day”. I’m hoping when I finish this up later the numbers will be in and they’ll be good, until then I can only hope the day doesn’t disappoint us. Right now, in general, the more appropriate song by the Mamas and Papas might be “California Dreamin”, although I’d easily settle for @ the lake dreamin of a warm August day.
It’s Monday so that means time to do the blood draw. We opted for the lab at Wyandotte Hospital, only about 1.5 miles south of us and the most difficult part was getting off the street. I managed to get stuck and unstuck a few times. Genevieve, thankfully, came along with us which made it easy for me to drop Gen and Austin at the main lobby.
Like the turn-around time having a blood draw at the hospital, results are in at 11:57 a.m. Now I’m wondering if, or when, we’ll get a phone call. Hemoglobin has dropped to 8.5 (from 9.9), white blood count has dropped a little down to 14.6 (from 15.9 that is a good drop), and red blood count has dropped again, down to 2.61 (from 3.08).
Well it’s time for me to get busy, occupy myself so I won’t just sit and worry. Almost feels like I should be planning like I used to during an end of a pregnancy, always having a bag ready, ready to go (probably wouldn’t be a bad thing). Shortly we need to make it to our regular psychiatrist appointment, in Dearborn. Our psychiatrist manages Austin’s daily meds, nothing needs to change, a low dose of Abilify in the morning and Paxil in the evening seem to address his anxiety (at least taking the edge off) and stabilize his moods. We often have no changes but follow-ups are required to obtain med refills – just part of our norm. I considered not going today but if we miss one of these appointments getting them promptly rescheduled is nearly impossible, it could be another two or three months before we get back in. I guess in reality, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we didn’t make it but I can be a stickler for rules, appointments and promptness.
So once again I’ll ask all to keep us in your thoughts and prayers. No news will be good news, no news will mean we didn’t get a phone call, we didn’t end up back at the Henry Ford Hilton on West Grand Blvd.
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Hugs, Sally
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