Blood transfusion + Ethiopian with Kathy

March 12, 2024

Well, today was not a good day like yesterday was. I literally just went down to Mayo Clinic and spent the whole day getting a blood transfusion for something to do with a low histiocyte count on a recent blood test. 

On the drive down, Papa and I had some good conversations where we realized that the reason my parents piss me off isn’t because of anything they’re doing... it’s the fact that I’m in this awful situation with both the cancer and the TBI. As a result, it really pisses me off when I get help because I’m afraid that that means I’ll need a ton of help and it’ll be always, forever. I’m afraid I will #NeverWillBeAnAdult. And that thought really pisses me off. 

I talked to Kathy about  that tonight too when she took me out to an Ethiopian restaurant, Mesob. She’d never had Ethiopian food before, but I was able to share my love of the Ethiopian bread with her. Tonight was a night that we’d kind of planned on stopping at the TBI support group together, but we couldn’t do that because my blood transfusion took too long (basically the whole day). Anyways, we went out to Mesob and we both ordered platters with some lamb, though she ordered hers with a 0 level of spice, whereas mine was mild. I didn’t think it was spicy at all anyways. 

Then, after I went home, I was able to have my night meds with some toast with a little over two tablespoons of nutella for about 14g of fat. I’d had my morning ones at 8am with half an avocado, too.