It would appear that my 39 year-old PBSC are taking their sweet-sweet time making platelets. It seems silly, after all they're just platelets (e.g. little plates - not even full sized plates!) Personally, I think my blood system just likes the extra attention - maybe it's just a little immature, it's only a couple of weeks old after-all.
Unfortunately, it seems the platelets are the only interesting thing going on with treatment - everything else is centered on preventing me from having any fun - like going outside to help my dad figure out why our gutter drain-pipe is clogged, going outside to critique the guy mowing our lawn by holding up signs giving him a rating of 1 - 10 on each aspect of the lawn mowing job plus a final overall score. This of course is just to help him achieve his best and is in no way related to my belief that I should be the one mowing my own lawn.
I have to admit that I might not be totally up to actually completely mowing my entire lawn before it needs mowing again. Somehow I lost a lot of energy in the whole transplant processes.
My family has been really good to me, letting me take many long naps. While they find it hard to believe that eating a bowl of cereal is something that can really wear a guy out, they're being patient and letting me get my much needed rest.
I keep feeling like I should be able to do more during the day, even be able to stay up long enough at night to watch a TV program with my family, but so far I find it difficult enough shuffling through the house eating the occasional morsel (non-brain) in a zombie-like trance. I'm sure once those platelets come in and I've built up a little more strength, the world will open to me and I'll be able to tackle truly awesome tasks like folding laundry, changing diapers, sweeping floors, and tickling little boys.
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