Nose blowing and other bad habits.
[picapp align=”left” wrap=”true” link=”term=blood+cells&iid=5278517″ src=”4/e/b/4/Human_blood_cells_3095.jpg?adImageId=12128622&imageId=5278517″ width=”234″ height=”302″ /]The results of my last blood test are in, and the sensation of giving birth to my own hips (caused by a shot of Neulasta) resulted in raising my white cell count sky high — to four times low-normal. So, that’s a good thing I suppose. It means I’m not susceptible to every infection that floats by and the chemo will eventually drain the white count down to normal or below again. Was that amount of pain worth it? Who knows? It’s a crap shoot with this stuff.
The blood tests also showed that for the first time my platelets have dropped below normal. Platelets are what makes your blood clot if you get cut, so they’re a nice thing to have. Not having enough means I need to stay away from sharp objects, which I can manage for a while. The only cures for low platelets in my case are a blood transfusion or lowering the dose of chemo (Abraxane). We lowered the dose of chemo last Thursday and this Thursday we’ll see if the platelets are back up. The disadvantage of lowering the chemo dose is that it might just be low enough to give the cancer another toe-hold. On the other hand, I’d rather not have a blood transfusion. I had one five years ago when my red blood cell count dropped dangerously low. Blood transfusions are miserable. Trust me on this.
My big problem with the low platelets is my nose. The biologic agent I’m getting (Avastin) works by cutting off the blood supply to tumors. When it does that it also cuts off the growth of various other tiny blood vessels. The result is that the little blood vessels in your nose don’t work right, so you get a constant drip drip drip from the nose, often resulting in a spontaneous nose bleed. The nose bleeds get worse with low platelets, so naturally I’ve been blowing my nose a LOT in highly inappropriate social locations because that’s always when a nosebleed comes on, and naturally I have to check what comes out so I know if I need to make a mad dash somewhere to keep myself from bleeding uncontrollably from my nose. So, I know I’m being rude and I’m issuing a public apology to the world, especially to the stuck up lady in the drug store. Get a life and stop staring.
[picapp align=”right” wrap=”true” link=”term=salt+shaker&iid=299205″ src=”0295/7bc1a2e8-e018-424f-81f0-c558f17b4e37.jpg?adImageId=12128828&imageId=299205″ width=”234″ height=”340″ /]Avastin also causes bad gas. After-burner gas — and there’s nothing I can do about it. Sorry again.
But it’s neither of these are the worst public display of a bad habit that I’ve seen. No, I think what I saw in a restaurant a couple of weeks ago takes the cake. I saw a true salt addict — the man was salting his tongue with the restaurant salt shaker in between bites. Of course this caused me to engage in a couple of other bad habits, namely staring at someone in a restaurant and talking about him behind his back. Still, he asked for it. I mean, honestly, salting your tongue? Ewww.
He was even worse than the man I stared at on the bus a couple of years ago who was eating sunflower seeds and spitting the shells all over the floor. Well, maybe that one was worse. I can’t decide. What do you think?