It's pretty sad that these are my most commented media, EVER.Mucusitus is pretty raging right now. Still can't swallow, drink or eat and I'm still using a topical numbing lotion on my gums and butt. I feel like that Blink 182 album cover twice a day as I yank up that rubber glove to massage cream on the button. Who would of thought...
Now the good news. My white blood cell count has shown improvement over the last 3 days and today, my neutrophils finally registered. Doc says if things keep improving the way their going now, I may see my own bed at the end of the week. Meaning my counts need to continue to rise, my mouth needs to get under control, I need to be able to eat, drink and take pills orally, as well as other things. Still, pretty stoked to hear that.
The nurses here all signed me a card and came into the room to sing me happy birthday. Thank you guys for all the birthday wishes on FB, IG, IM, and email. Not the raddest birthday by any means, but it kinda goes with how 48 went.
I figured I need to change some shit up in my life to ensure 49 was better that 48. So I started off by unfollowing people I could give two shits about. Shaun, Leah from Married To the Mob and Bozung all got the cut today.
I was restricted to my side of the building today, so this is what 45 minutes of walking around my floor looks like.