Well....the entire drive down to the hospital for my 6 wks. check up, there was a 'something's wrong' feeling. I walked into the office , signed in and took a seat; waiting for Jim to come up after parking the car. He arrived sat next to me.
I/we waited to be called. After a while...Melissa came to the door ...there were the usual vitals...blood taken...ushered into exam room.
Da-da-dah. Da-da-dah
Doc arrived with the usual, gentle tap on the door. What a give away on his face...platelets are up to 30,000 without Promacta!
The kitty to the left says it all.
I told Doc, that I had had that 'something's wrong' feeling most of the day...saying, 'Gee. Did I get it wrong.' He laughed.
We chatted about some other issues I was concerned about.
I am to return late August, 2 days after my birthday, for only a finger stick.
*sign*
*grin*