Well, I've been poked, proded, and had blood drawn. I still have "petite" red blood cells. The doc says that if I can ever get more iron in my system, and if the blood cells plump up, I might find my inner furnace again. I'm not optimistic.
He seemed to genuinely be happy with the amount of energy I'm able to scare up these days. I always thought that he felt I was weak and a bit of a wuss about chemo, but when I was leaving, he made a remark about how I wasn't a winer and that I was doing well considering all he'd done to me. It makes me feel a little less like a noodle to have some respect from this man.
I'm working hard to make myself useful at work. Missed a couple of steps though this week and got my name noticed as a bad girl at work. Not good.
My current inadequacies focus on my art class. Sometimes I surprise myself at what I can do, and other times I feel like a 3rd grader in graduate school. The challenge intrigues me though. I may not ever be able to do anything truly special in an artistic format, but I like trying. My art instructor has started work on the mold of my breasts. I'm excited. It will be nice to see them again. ;)
Time to lay my head on my pillow. Peace and love to you and those who love you.