Insult to Injury

My reindeer pajamas

Too much fun for Jess this weekend. I awoke with a temperature of 102. To add insult to injury, I received an email this morning from the Bone Marrow Donor Program of Puget Sound stating that I am unfit (my word, not theirs) for donation and will be placed on reserve for a year pending a clean bill of health. Ouch. They don't want my blood, platelets, red cells or my marrow. That's rough. I understand, since I technically have cancer, but it still sucks. It has always been a dream of mine that one day I would get a phone call and be able to save someones life. I figured, I already had what other people are dying to get (literally), healthy tissues and blood - why not share, but now I'm unable to help. If you're so inclined to stand in my place, please sign up to be a donor (link for Seattle area). 

Scabby Makes Crabby

I am about to completely throw up on myself. Apparently, during my shower The water hit my scab and it started peeling back. This has to be a joke, this scab, blood, fluids, all of this is my worst nightmare. I abhor gooey things (non-edible of course). I've just spent a good 45 minutes trying to cut back the lifted area (there goes my allotment of writing time), but it's impossible to do without scissors, nail clippers, and hydrogen peroxide which I do not have at the moment. I can't wait until this scab is gone. Luckily it's really looking like sooner than later. Gross.

Soon I won't have the tickle of tightness that comes with the scab. Just turning to look at my head in the mirror, I still can't believe that they chopped open my head a few times. This might take a while to really sink in.