Foggy and groggy, but main lined

Today is the day they warned me about--the day that my counts would get low as a result of the the Cytoxin pulse--and they were right. I awoke this morning feeling as if I was walking through a vat of molasses, and the feeling was made all the less pleasant by the low-grade pain that resulted from the installation of the central line yesterday. That paid off, however, when I went in for my daily injection of Neupogen, for they gathered all of the blood they needed through the line, and there was no need to stick me. So, after having napped most of the day, I'm still foggy, groggy, and sore, and looking less like George Clooney every minute. The good news is that the nurses who are giving me the Neupogen injections feel as if the stem cells are being stimulated by them--although we won't know for sure until Monday, when they test to see what I've got in my bloodstream. If there are enough stem cells in the bloodstream, we can start gathering on Tuesday. And again, the blessing is that collecting will be done through the main line. Collecting can be done through a traditional needle, as well, but I've seen it, and it is more closely descended from Ahab's harpoon, than a doctor's spindly chemo needle. Thanks, but I'm a main line kinda guy!