Oct 09, 2007 12:02
my norethisterone is now up to nine pills a day, bloody hell. plus the tranexamic acid and platelet transfusions, you would think my period would've stopped, but no, I've had it for three weeks now. killahhh.
my mama is currently out getting me a happy meal. I'm excited to eat it. this pleases me, 'cause my appetite is on the way out, and soon I won't want to eat anything. these will be bad times.
I'm excited for christmas. hopefully, hopefully, I'll be out in time. if my blood counts come back up by the start of november, and I am healthy, then I could still get out in time for christmas even if it takes six weeks for me to be better after transplant. god, I want to be home for it so much; it'll be shit in hospital. I want to wake up at home and find a stocking on the end of the bed, and have a fire in the fireplace and smell the tree in the morning. I want to have christmas dinner. I think this christmas will be wicked if I'm at home.