More or less. Whatever it was they injected into me; the result was damn near miraculous. I was still feeling weak and unsteady, so last night I opted to visit the bar nearest my place (Snackbar) and two others on the same block (Outback and Queen Victoria). I took it slow and easy, starting early and finishing early, and that seemed to work out well.
I woke up this morning still feeling some residual effects from my viral infection, A little pain in my head that some aspirin brought under control, and a reduced energy level that makes everything more difficult, especially motivation to get off my ass and do something.
I hadn’t walked myself in four days either, so I set about seeing what I had in me. Before I got sick, my standard Saturday hike was on the backstreets of Barretto. It’s around 8K and mostly flat. I figured I could give it a go and always bail if it got to be too much. And after 3K, I knew I wasn’t ready, so I eliminated the Abra street and Columban College loops. Left me with a 5K trail, and that was good enough for this tired old man.
You can Relive the walk here if you are so inclined.
I hadn’t been home long when my doctor sent a message saying the lab report on my blood work had been received. She asked if I could come to the office to discuss some potential issues. That made me a little nervous, but what am I going to do?
Dr. Jo’s main area of concern is that my blood platelets are almost off the charts low, and not in a good way. I’m currently at 77, and the “low normal” is 150. She urged me to be careful when I’m out because a fall or a cut could result in excessive bleeding. Yeah, one more thing to worry about. We are going to continue to monitor this stat, and I’ll do a follow-up lab in a couple of weeks.
And that’s pretty much where things stand as of now. It’s Saturday night, so naturally, I’m going out, but my enthusiasm level is pretty low. The fact of the matter is I’m just so damn tired all the time. Doc says that will pass as my body defeats the virus; here’s hoping that’s soon.
My grammar and writing are so poor you probably won’t notice, but his post has been a comedy of errors. My fingers can’t seem to find the right keys. Here’s hoping for a better tomorrow!
“Whatever it was they injected into me; the result was damn near miraculous.”
The punctuation error that dare not speak its name! Honestly, I don’t know the name for this error, which is the opposite of a comma splice. In a comma splice, you’re using a comma when you need a semicolon. In the above error, you’ve used a semicolon when you need a comma.
COMMA SPLICE: Fred came home, he was tired. (need semicolon!)
UNNAMED ERROR: Frieda went outside; and she smoked. (need comma!)
This is why I keep hammering on the notion that you have to learn the difference between types of clauses. Semicolons separate independent clauses. Independent clauses are called independent because they can stand alone as a complete thought. The noun clause “Whatever it was they injected into me” is not a complete thought, so it’s not an independent clause. Therefore, no semicolon.
re: drug interaction
Definitely something you should talk with your docs about every time you visit. I’m surprised you didn’t ask about this on your last visit.
My grammar and writing are so poor you probably won’t notice, but his post has been a comedy of errors.
Who is “his”? Just busting your balls; I know you meant “this.” I just thought the error was funny since in comes in the midst of a claim that the post was a comedy of errors. But when you’re sick, who can be bothered to write correctly? I just went back over a few recent posts of my own and found several stupid typos. All corrected now (I hope).
I just thought the error was funny since IN comes in the midst
Ha! Egg on my face.
Yeah, I saw that and was going to have some fun with it; now you’ve gone and spoiled it. Damn it!
Thanks for the reminders. I’m going to play that semicolon error off as a typo unless you’ve got evidence to the contrary! But seriously, my mind has been mush (more than usual)as I recover from this illness. I’m making tons of keyboarding errors, and I’ve been off-balance and uncoordinated (you should have seen me trying to step into my shorts yesterday). It’s bound to get better.
That was funny that I fucked up my apology for the fuck ups. I did a proofread but obviously, what my eyes see, and brain registers are out of sync.
I woke up feeling good this morning; let’s see what the day brings.