Soda Bomb

I guess four good mights sleep in a row would have been too much to ask for! Back to waking after a few hours. Its dawn and am watching sunrise over Aberdeen from the ARI towers. This is a cool view.

The nurses told me last night that my Hg was 79 before my transfusion. I think they were 71 the day before, so could that mean I actually have some improving red cell production already? I hope so. My white count is zero, but that's OK as the doc said all my whites were the bad cells anyway. What I have apparently are non-African, non HIV, acute Burketts lymphoid cells. They are a very aggressive type, and hence so is my treatment. Not sure if that will help you in a pub quiz but you never know :)
Ah, now found out from the doc that the cell count never went to 71, it stuck on 79. Never mind.

A busy day is planned. I have been on an alkaline saline drip for 24 hours now, to prep for Methotrexate. Nasty yellow stuff, it looks like but is not Lemonchello. The Metho will be shot-gunned with more bicarbed saline and runs for 24 hours. After that Folinic Acid is added to neutralise the stuff for 36 hours. This is hard core! Feel pretty bad when treatment starts, but seemed to have gotten used to it.

They have to up the bicarb so to keep my blood from getting acidic.
It works, but start I wondering whether if I jumped off my chair would I blow up like a bicarb soda bomb!
or like Mr Creosote.

"just one more little waffer" .....

I decide to move smoothly for the rest of the day. Just to be safe.