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Yesterday my white blood count was <0.1. How much less? No telling, but my doctor called it an “honorary” 0.1.
But! Today my count is 0.1. Not much difference, you say, but it doesn’t matter. It’s higher than yesterday, and that means my transplanted stem cells are busily engrafting themselves and morphing into various blood products. Progress will be slow at first, but Friday was officially my bottom. Within a few days, my counts should start taking off much more rapidly. Huzzah.
In less good news, I slipped in the bathroom last night and got a pulled neck muscle and a black eye for my trouble. All I need now is a swastika tattoo and I’ll have the whole skinhead look down cold.
