Yesterday, Winter and I trick or treated the nurses station, and got her a super-power germ fighting mask like mommies, some pizza combos, and an m&m bag from Tony who giggled about how cute she was the whole time. I'm not sure if Tony remembered me, but I once tried to give him and my mom a heart attack by having richters on his shift.
I haven't mentioned my love for prednesone yet, so here it is. Dear Prednesone, you make me sick, you're like slime between my toes...oh, sorry, you know the rest.
Anyway, yesterday I started feeling myself puff up from prednesone and was confused since A) This didn't happen in the hospital last time, and B) I'd been avoiding salt. Then I realized, as I lay there feeling like an over-ripe gourd, that last time I wasn't CONSTANTLY getting water from a drip, and getting flushed with SALINE. Oh well on that part. We're just a school of puffer fish up here on 8th.
One thing I didn't know about prednesone the first go round was that it causes blood sugar problems, so I probably spent those two years as a ballooning diabetic, since I remember drinking lots of Coke. My youth saved me I'm guessing. Now that they know this dirty trick I have to have my blood sugar tested. Anyway, I drank a can of Dr. Pepper in the afternoon and maybe eight ounces more with dinner which included a very amazing pumpkin pie, and my blood sugar turned up to 174 so I had to get a shot.
I think I will stick to tea mostly for my caffeine qualification. Maybe have 8 ounces once in a while.
Reguardless, you could guess what happens after drinking even a little bit of Dr. Pepper and eating pumpkin pie.... That's right, I had really bad HEARTBURN in the middle of the night, and had to take three tums and belch my way around the nurses station.
I think I'm going to go easy on the breakfast. And dad-your guess was closer on the counts come morning. :)
Counts
WBC= 1.6
HCT= 27.4
PLT= 63
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