|Espresso and Charlie
Hellos, Everybnunny!Something's afoot. The oak trees are springing new leaves, and the afternoons are already warm and muggy. At best, that feels a tad early.
The good news is we're doing well. I think I'm in for a quiet day with my hoomin. He's going to clean up around me and then tell me what a great bun I am, what an important cause I'm figthing for. Every bun's a Victor Laszlo to him.
But, as long as he stops pacing back and forth like a zombie with too much coffea, I'll be OK. He got some good news yesterday during the follow-up with his V. E. T. at the Malignant Hematology clinic. Hematocrit count was at 41.1% - it stabilized - well within the normal range and below the 45% threshold.
So, the medication kicked in and is working well. And somehow, he's still discombobulated. I sayz, "You didn't have to give a pint of crimson, and you're sulking!? C'mere, I'll fix it for ya. One bite, and it'll be alright." Well, he winces at the thought, but it usually kicks him "wings-level."
We'll keep you posted!