A Spork in the Road

Don’t know what my counts are today (lacking a personal laboratory here at the office), but I’m certainly feeling better than I was earlier in the week.

I’ve been told one cannot feel when one’s white blood cell count is low. Poppycock. You know that feeling you get when you realize you’re fighting some kind of bug: a little tired, a little draggy, a little stupid? That’s what it feels like. When my counts are high, I feel like I could rule the world. I rise early and feel magnanimous towards the world.

This morning I won’t say I popped out of bed, but I got up within ten minutes of the alarm and managed to make it through the first half of the morning without dropping, breaking, or accidentally kicking anything. This constitutes progress.

I’m optimistic that my brain cells will follow suit and will perform somewhere close to competence. This would make me and all my clients very happy.