Update Redundancy

Okay, so i typed the previous blog and thought that i lost it, but didn't realize blogspot autosaves, so i found it, and thus, posted it, but only after i wrote this one, and since i don't feel like just deleting, I give thee... reiterations.

Bottom line, the second transplant worked. My white count was a 5.7 today(4-11 normal), my hemoglobin seems to be rising on its own (will have to wait a bit to tell for sure) and my platelets are still down, but are usually the las thing to rebound, so i'm pretty stoked right now. There is talk of me even getting out of the hospital before the weekend. Will believe it when i see it. I keep saying this to people but its still so hard to believe that i haven't been outside of this this room (other than being wheeled to xray or ct) since june 23rd. I can't even describe how much of a mind trip that is. I have to admit that ever since they told me that i might be discharged sometime this week, time has seemed to stop. I had a pretty interesting night last night with them taking me off of some of the medications i'm on, as well as my pca (patient controlled analgesic) which i could push ever 20 minutes if i had any pain issues. evidently, i used that thing more than i thought i had because now that my body is able to fix some of the things going on, the symptoms are definitely "brighter" than before. Hopefully some of these ailments will go away soon. Still have at least two more months of outpatient therapy to endure here in Houston, but I'll take it. Steph is coming back up tomorrow in hopes that I'll be released this week. We have an apt. set up not too far from the hospital and I'm looking forward to a regular bed. Will keep you posted weekly... maybe. Oh, by the way, thanks mom, for posting a video of my kids eating ice cream and my son, Jack, asking if he could take his ice cream to the doctor to share with daddy to make him better. My heart didn't disintegrate or anything. Love you. Take care.

"Pain don't hur't" Patrick Swayze, Roadhouse

Sorry for the quote. Those kind of written lines just had to be said back in the 80's. My other favorite is "I ain't got time to bleed." Jessie Ventura, Predator. Love it. Well, in the 00's, at least for me, I always have time to bleed, and pain hurts. Very much many. Since the beginning of July i have had this addition thing on my I.V. pole called a PCA (patient controlled analgesia), which is basically a button that i can push whenever I feel like i need pain medication. then a little bit of hyrdomorphine would come out of it and go through my line and i could feel it take affect in about 45 seconds. I could push this button every 20 minutes if i wished. Not going to lie. Some days i treated that thing like an XBox controller. Most days i really didn't have to push it that much.

Well, I found out yesterday, I guess, that my transplant is starting to work, and that the stem-cells are starting to graft to my bones and make their own white cells, which are up to 4.5( lower end of being considered normal) so everyone is super pumped and making plans to put me on oral meds and taking me off of i.v. meds and stuff. They would like to get me out of here and into local housing as soon as Thursday. We'll see. Anyway, setting a date for me isn't one of the greatest of things because it seems as though the plan usually falls through. so for now, please know that i am maybe getting out this week, maybe next week. right now i'm sitting here in a little bit of agony because they took away my pca! maybe i used that thing more that i though, but after 12 hours without it, i realized that i was defintely hurting, and defnitely not being smart about it. finally asked for some pain meds and was immediately better.