OK so that came out of left field...
I came home today and my mom said my gastroenterologist's office called and said they wanted more blood work(I had some done the week before last as routine Remicade three month blood work) because of a concern. So I finally coaxed the cause of the concern from my mother and she said a low platelet count. My heart goes into overdrive because I know I only have about 28 minutes to live(I watch House, MD, I know how platelets work!)
So after I get over the initial shock and realizing I probably have at least an hour I whip out the laptop and do what Google was invented for, health research. After 3 hours of typing in as many forms of "Low Platelet Count" as I can, having two mini strokes and completely stripping myself naked and checking my entire body for signs of bruising or internal hemorrhage later I decide to just leave it in the very capable hands of Dr. P and do everything she tells me to do.
P.S. I haven't forgotten to do a review of The Hunger Games. I just kept reading and got sucked in so much that I'm now almost done the entire trilogy so I'll just review the set as a whole. Just sos you know! :)
