Where’s My White Cells Brian?

You know that feeling you get the day after you’ve been to the gym for 6 hours after being away from the gym for 6 years?

You know that feeling you get the day after you’ve been to the gym for 6 hours after being away from the gym for 6 years and you have the biggest hangover ever in your life?

You know that feeling you get the day after you’ve been to the gym for 6 hours after being away from the gym for 6 years and you have the biggest hangover ever in your life and then you get beat with rubber hoses by the guys you owe gambling money too?

That’s what my afternoons have felt like on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday of this week.

I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas

White blood cells for Christmas that is.

The reason I’m so sore is my white count was too low for chemo this week so I had to get shots to “stimulate” production in my marrow.  The drug also “stimulates” a boat load of bone pain.  Luckily it is only bad for the afternoon after each shot and then slowly goes away.  All I can say is thank you dear eight pound, six ounce, newborn baby Jesus, in your golden, fleece diapers, with your curled-up, fat, balled-up little fists pawin’ at the air…for Lortabs.

My hope is that I don’t have to go through this again since it put me behind one week on the chemo – and if I continually have problems with my white count they may have to dial back some of the drugs which isn’t optimal.  I want optimal.

Those of you who know me best will know that I laughed until I stopped at the video below – but I think it provides a pretty good idea of how I felt from noon – 6 pm each day this week… just like Brian did after Stewie wanted his money.

If you can’t see the video in the email – click here to go to the full post.  If you don’t like Family Guy – don’t go at all.  It will only tarnish the wonderful image you have of me.