Woke up feeling tired today. Not up to par. But then, that’s sort of relative now. I’m better than I was when I came into the hospital, not as good as yesterday, but maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better again. For now I’m not getting another transfusion (numbers are hovering just above where the doc would order it…. Meaning my numbers are still under half of normal). I’d like more blood (Tampire says with a grin!), but know why they don’t want to give me more unless I absolutely have to have it. My attitude is still good, or at least I think it is, and keep getting told it is by the nurses and the doc (the docs work week long shifts from Saturday to Friday so I don’t have my original doc, Bigler, right now, but have doc Trembleau (that is a totally wrong spelling…. Sorry doc). It’s not an attitude thing, it’s a body tired thing. A body thing. Doesn’t stop me from joking with my oncology nurse today as Ida came for a visit again. We said we thought Ida might run a deli. She sounds like a rough broad doesn’t she. Ida. My nurse laughed and joined in the banter. It was funny. Today is day 8. My body may be tired, but my sense of humor is in tact. I guess some things never change. Thank god.