This morning I will be going to the hematologist/oncologist to see if I need to be bled again today. I sure hope not. I hate doing that. I hate being poked. I hate having that needle shoved up into my tired, scarred veins. I hate sitting there bored out of my mind through the endless hours of the re-infusion of saline.
I've been good. I've been exercising and drinking a ton of water this weekend. Let's see how it goes.
And if I have to be bled, well, then I be bled.
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