I had a couple of other posts prepared (in raw unedited stages) but I've thrown them on the blog scrap heap.
My overall health has been of a really depressing nature lately and my doctor confirmed today my haemo is on a serious downslide and has dropped from 115 to 85 in a very short time frame. So that explains the complete lack of energy and the sadness of having to miss my birthday celebration a few days ago.
So he's sending all the latest lab work data to one of my specialists (who coincidentally called me two weeks ago to insist on the scary test I was avoiding because of my fall) instructing him to put utmost priority on said test.
If I sink lower than 85 I am to take myself to hospital and get immediate transfusions.
So that's the reason for blog silence.
I managed an excellent whingy-whine at the doctor's. He was completely sympathetic to the madness of this ongoing, unresolved, half-life I'm living for far too long.
Sometimes, all we need is a few drops of sympathy to prop us up and prevent us from curling into a fetal position on the floor.