He wants to do another ct scan of my lungs. Probably just junk from the rads, looks like those type of nodules, but it should be checked again. He said it could wait until June, but I asked to do it now, as long as it's not going to make a false negative more likely. He said it was okay to do it now.
My white count's low, too. I asked if extreme stress could cause that, and he didn't think so. I was surprised. He wasn't that worried about it, except when we noticed that when I was anemic these past two months, my whites were fine, and now it's not. He said it can fluctuate, but wants me to go to my PCP and check it again in about a week.
I'm not anemic anymore. Finally! I can stop the iron. It was doing a number on my colon (no surprise there!)
I had a very severe vomiting fit after my party. I was sick from late saturday night through sunday morning. We're chalking it up to stress, but wow, it was pretty gross, considering I had had the runs for almost a week prior, and there wasn't a solid in my body. I had no control below the waist when I was vomiting, either, didn't know whether to pray to or sit on the porcelin, I was out of luck either way. It was pretty gross, and I was really really sick. Hard to believe it was stress, but everyone I've talked to thinks it is, and they know me well. I was having lots and lots of panic.
I saw Barbara Streisand on Actor's Studio, and she talked about when all the good stuff started all-of-a-sudden happening to her, she needed therapy in a major way to deal with the praise. It made me feel better. Imagine, stressing during the good stuff when we can be so strong through such turmoil and scary situations.
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius