but no bad news….which is nice.
First the glad. My latest round of blood tests have shown some improvement. !!! I’m doing my best not to get too excited because I’ve had improvement before and then those hopes have been dashed. But though I’ve had improvements before, they’ve never been this good.
Just to help you understand what’s happening to me:
The areas that my blood is failing are white cells, red cells, haemoglobin and platelets…most things really…. 🙂
My white count should be between 4,000 – 11,000. When I was tested on Jan12th it had fallen to it’s all time lowest, 600. Latest result, I have 1,000 white soldiers helping to keep me alive. It’s still a long way short of ‘really good’ but there’s a part of me now that thinks if I do catch a cold, I might not die.
My red count should be between 4.20 – 5.40. Last test, 2.88 – Most recent test 3.84
Hemoglobin should be between 120 -160…last test 71, this time 91
and my platelets should be 140 – 440…last test, 165 and this time 194
The psychological effect it had on me was worth a million bucks of great medical treatment and I think the effect is still happening. I just feel so much better in every way. Still frail, still fragile and my weight has dropped even further to 63 kilos – my new look will be ‘Famine Chic’, but I can always build up again later. But generally, I just feel a lifting of spirits…let’s hope I don’t get crushed again.
To the sad news. Unfortunately, because I am out of action, I’ve let a few things slide, one being the locking up of the geese every night. On Wednesday night my poor lovely Lucy paid the ultimate price for my laxness when, what I can only assume were dogs, got into the yard and literally tore the poor wee thing apart. I awoke yesterday and could hear Goosey making a rather strange cry…over and over and over and over. Now this is a goose who loves a good trumpeting and a damned good honking, but this was different. I threw on some clothes and headed outside, only to find the remains of Lucy and her poor old partner just sitting there calling for her. And he’s still calling for her…it’s really sad.
I went down this morning and the f**kers had obviously come back last night to get him. Fortunately I had asked Marie to ensure he was locked in safely and so he was OK, but they had been right around the enclosure, obviously looking for a way in.
I opened the gate to let him out and he just came and sat next to me. Geese partner for life and I think he’s very lonely. As soon as I’m fit enough, I’m going to ask around the village for a new girlie for him… he deserves it. Whatever took Lucy apart did it in front of him, so he must be feeling pretty shit right now.
Other than that, life (if I can call it that) goes on. Gina is as happy as a pig in poo because Marie is cooking her deluxe food, far more deluxe than she gets from me. I warned her she’d be making a rod for her own back, but of course, it’ll be a rod for my back after Marie has gone…a bit like Jillian and her two walks a day for Madam the Queen….boy, is Gina loving this.
Time for me to sleep away another 3 or 4 hours…
ciao for now
Oh, no! Not Lucy.
I can’t believe she’s gone, Sue. And I have those lovely photos of her and Goosey from when I was there.
Poor Goosey… .
He is a clever one. He realised very quickly that I was there to help them and he left me alone and didn’t try to intimidate me at all when I was fluffing around them and their water and food.
😦
J
sorry to hear about lucy, but it is fab to hear your getting better albeit slowly , keep resting , love mandy
Very glad to see that there is some improvement however small. Keep positive and hang in there. Positive thoughts coming your way from Oz…
Murray
So wonderful to read of your small but positive improvement and steps forward, Sue, but oh how very sad to read of Lucy’s demise. Poor Goosey… hope you find a new mate for him.
Keep on that path to recovery, Sue! 🙂 xxx
Glad to hear you are improving Sue.
cheers, Anna