usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- futons bite i hate it when i make an entry and then i go back and read it later and all i hear in my head is whining. my life does not suck that bad. i am depressed yes, but it is not the worst depression i have ever been through. and i've gotten through the others haven't i? so i will get through this one. my dad is improving. slowly. but slowly is okay at this point. he is actually growing white cells at this point. they killed all, and i do mean, all, of his white cells two weeks ago when they did the final chemotherapy treatment before the transplant. it took almost a full two weeks for all of the white cells to die and for his count to get all the way to zero. so anyway, he zeroed out a couple of days ago and yesterday morning, his white count was at 1.3. there was always the possibility that his body would say the hell with it and not grow new cells. there were worries at first that his body was rejecting the transplant but now it seems to have taken just fine. so anyway, my life is actually pretty good. sleeping on the futon sucks ass though. it's like sleeping on a damn torture rack. i actually have bruises on my back and ribs from sleeping on this thing. but at least i have a place to sleep. so i'm out of here again today. if i didn't have a strict policy about deleting entries i would so delete that one from yesterday. but, how can you tell how your state of mind is day-to-day if you delete the day before entry? did that make sense? see ya. 11:25 am - 29 Jul 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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