Thursday's numbers a little belated

We had moved into Winnemac and had a roast chicken dinner and a good night sleep (sharing a bed for the first time in about 6 weeks!) I expected good news from Thursday's labs. Unfortunately after his blood was drawn, attempting to stand up Gil felt very faint and it didn't get better. They decided that he was dehydrated and started literally squeezing a bag of saline so it would go into his IV even faster. They got him a bed to use in the transfusion room and then Dr Callander showed up.

Her first news of the labs sounded great, like he was starting to produce some of his own red blood and platelets... And then she 'llowed that IF he were severely dehydrated that his blood would have been concentrated and not an accurate measure. When his blood was drawn again after a bag and a half of saline, the numbers weren't all that good. Red blood at 8 (last transfusion was last Sat) and platelets 12 despite having gotten a bag on Monday.

It was a little bit of emotional whiplash for me. Not so much for Gil because the nurse giving him the blood and platelets insisted on giving him Benedryl to ward off a possible reaction even though I told her that he'd had no reaction and they'd stopped giving it because it knocked him out.

So he was indeed absolutely down for the count for the whole day not even able to wake enough to eat his beloved orange custard choc chip ice cream.

Today has been blessedly uneventful. I took a walk this morning, leaving him with a cell phone and a chance to be alone for the first time in an age. We went to a movie and a bit of a walk together in one of the malls as well as a few errands. We're hoping to go out to the farm on Sunday to see the animals and remember our home.

Next labs and chemo are Monday. We will "re create" til then