Today is Day 90 post transplant.  It was the second time this week I went in for outpatient treatment and didn’t receive any fluids or electrolytes via IV.  Full disclosure, they poked me four times on Tuesday and the IV didn’t take, so I refused to let them try again.  Today I simply didn’t need it.  My orthostatic vitals were good enough for Dr. G. to email my nurse the all-clear, and I went home after an hour.  AN HOUR! These visits were a four hour minimum ordeal just two weeks ago.  I felt a momentary sense of confusion then elation when I was told I could leave.

There is the possibility that I can reduce some of my meds at the end of the month too.  Maybe I won’t need to take three anti-fungal pills each morning. Or that liver protector capsule twice a day.  If I start eating the right foods, maybe I can stop taking the sickly sweet powdered drink of potassium, which beats the pills though, which make me choke, and the IV version fucking BURNS.  Yes. BURNS.  Even chemo didn’t burn going through the tube, but potassium does if it’s not run with saline.  This is a true story.

After next week I might even go down to just a once a week visit for them to siphon my blood for examination.  That eliminates a lot of car service hassles too.  My god, the car services are incompetent. But they’re free (thanks Medicaid), so I put up with a lot of stupid.

I just have to get through next week, and there could be serious blue skies ahead.  Next week is another bone marrow biopsy.  The last one hurt like motherfucking hell, but I won’t let them bore into me for an hour before crying for a doctor.  If the Nurse Practitioner can’t get through my bone, I’m calling for for Dr. G after 20 minutes.  I’m tired of pain.

Now I just need some antibodies and T Cells.  Bring on the T cells!  Maybe then I can go out and mingle with other humans (officially -- not sneakily like I’ve been doing it).

Blue Skies, smilin’ at me....