Ta Ta to my TATA!

Tomorrow is my "Ta Ta to my Tata Party" (title inspired by Shuryn's support of breast cancer during Saint Patty's)



Since most of the time I can't leave the house, or alternatively I am feeling to sick to my tummy to leave the house, this is my first big gathering since our Election Party!

I am very excited because it is potluck. I do need to make something, but I love seeing what people bring. We went to a departmental party that was potluck, and I couldn't stop eating. Since I am not drinking, that is going to be my main pleasure. I am going to supply a yummy cheese plate, so I think I am going to go to our Dallas Cheese Shop, Scardello's, and go wild. I am also excited because Neecy (the little girl I fostered for several months last year) is coming, and I haven't seen her since Christmas!

I was thinking about popping a Vicodin (martini effect sans the martini), but it makes me pretty simple. I can only focus on one thing at a time, and that makes for a crappy hostess.

My medical update is quite boring:

My red blood cells are hovering at "you almost need a transfusion" level. Not enough of them to get oxygen to my body.

Which is really annoying because if I talk on the phone, I have to yawn every 30 seconds to get enough air for my body, and then the person that I am talking to thinks I am tired, which I am not, but I am getting more and more annoyed at myself, which makes me want to hang up the phone anyway.

My platelets are low. Haven't had to deal with low platelets before. I was at 56 on Wednesday, 40 Thursday, and 36 Yesterday. I need my platelets to at LEAST 100 before my surgery, and probably higher. Normal is 140.

If it keeps dropping, around 20, I have a chance of spontaneous bleeding.
Which might result in bleeding from my eyes.

Which is one step to getting canonized, right? All I would need is a couple of miracles, intercede with God couple times on behalf of the some people and then I could be a Saint! Ha! Could be an interesting experience.

I wanted to hit yard sales today but I have such intense bone pain I think I might have to take a vicodin, which means that I can't drive (did it once, not a positive experience), which means I can't go to yard sales. Catch-22. Sucks.

What did people call Catch-22 situations before the book came out?