The real problem

Its not that my fibrosis has reduced the amount of red cells to 78. It's not that my plateletes are now down to normal levels for the first time inn 18 years(expected to be always up abit because I have no spleen now). Nope. The real problem is that Bluey is going to wrap me in cotton wool now. Gone are the carefree days of climbing ladders to clean the gutters, or hoisting the kayak on pulleys to the ceiling of the shed, these were done two days ago with the read at this low level. Once I get these two bags of blood today I'll be fit as a fiddle in hours. But she is going to be worried that I'll drop again. Doc Shoozenbootzen is a bit stumped as to where my blood has gone. He's called for a whack of new tests so more blood to be drawn... And now there's a drama about cross matching my bags of blood. We have to get permission from on high to get the premium grade universal because it's looking like I'm half my old type and half my new type so it's freaking the cross match people in the lab. It's now 3:17 and still haven't had the long talk with the Doc or got the extra blood we might have to stay over night? Sigh More later