For those at home paying sharp attention to my strange and somewhat random affliction described as idiopathic (meaning the doctor's an idiot and the patient is pathetic), when platelet levels reach 100, doctors get a little concerned. When the levels dip below 50, doctors tend to get more nervous. And when they plummet down to the 10s and 20s, that's when doctors like to prescribe steroids because patients can spontaneously hemorrhage, resulting in fun things like aneurysms and death.
My platelet level this past week? 24.
So what does this mean? Who the hell knows. I've heard it called "Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura" but the thing is, I'm not showing any other signs of ailment except for my platelet levels dropping and rising (I have been getting over a nasty cold, and levels do seem to change depending on viral infections). I haven't seen any purpura (they look like tiny little red dots on your skin), I've NEVER, in all of my life, had a bloody nose, no blood blisters in my mouth and my gums haven't been bleeding. So, as my doctor said a few months ago, the remaining platelets that I do have are the few, the proud and the brave. That's right folks, my platelets = The Marines. They will fuck your shit up, yo.
What I DO know, however, is that I don't have any health insurance currently, the doctors might want to put me on steroids, and Dr. Huynh mentioned bone marrow biopsy. There was talk of this last fall back when I was in Minneapolis but my Hematologist decided it wasn't needed (I miss him so much right now). And really, if I don't have to have someone drill a hole in my hip bone, I'm okay with that. No, really, I am.
So there you go folks. It's been 11 months. I've lost right about 130lbs and I'm finally out of the weight loss classes and into skills. In six weeks I should be eating like a somewhat regular person, probably around 1600 - 2000 calories a day depending. And despite that, despite ALL THAT, my platelets are still being pissy little bastards.