I wake up feeling already very tired. Gary manipulates our way thru traffic to the clinic and drops me off at the front door. I go inside and have my blood drawn. I try to eat something, but can only manage a small bowl of cereal and about half of my eggs.
I find out that one reason that I am so tired is that my white blood cell count is very low, even lower than is needed for immunosuppression. A shot is prescribed that should raise my wbc count quickly. We get that at the pharmacy and I inject it in the car before we head back to our friends house.
In a few hours, I do feel better, but I still rest most of this day. I am learning alot about birds and their habits. There are even some turkeys who frequent the feeder.
I call the lab where I work and give an update on my health. It is mostly good, it is apparent that the islet cells are beginning to do their job, but I am not sure when I will get my strength back. I am lucky to work with a wonderful group of women who have been supportive through this entire process. I know that my timing is not good for them, but I know they are still very happy and excited for me. When I say that I would like to be back by the following friday, I am told that they already had me covered until then. Again,great camaraderie, and great leadership.
I make a few calls to family and friends. My family is having a great time in South Carolina, and I know they are all anxious for news of my progress.
I eat some soup and turn in at about 9.