Before getting into the real deal, I’d like to share with you a very embarrassing thing I did today. Because it’s funny.
I had a 6 month follow-up appointment with my hematologist this morning. She is following me for ITP– idiopathic thrombocytopenia purpura. Basically, my platelets are low and the ones I do have are enormous because they are immature. It’s generally not an issue, except for a little bit of extra bruising and a tendency for nosebleeds, but it can be serious so it requires some monitoring just to make sure the platelets aren’t dropping too low. (For your reference, > 150K is normal and I hover around 90K… not really dangerous until you get to 50K or below.)
This morning, I had to have a blood draw for a platelet count and an abdominal ultrasound to check and make sure my spleen hadn’t turned into a platelet-hungry beast spleen. When the results were in, it was time to see Dr. Gayle.
After the requisite waiting period (but really, it’s ok– I could hear her laughing with an older couple in the room next door, and chances are good one of them has something much more serious than me… she’s such a good doctor!) Dr. Gayle came into the room and looked at me askew over the papers in her hand saying, “What have you done differently?!”
Naturally, my mind (and hands) went straight to my hair and I said I got a haircut and launched into a big long explanation about how it was so necessary and I just couldn’t deal with the frustration of my long hair anymore and blah blah blah…
Except, Dr. Gayle meant what had I done differently that might have affected my platelet counts…
…because they were normal.
Unfortunately, the heat had already risen up my neck to my face and my armpits had dumped their nervous reserve sweat (it’s always there, you know, just waiting to drop when you get nervous!) and I was pretty much embarrassed beyond usefulness. No idea what I actually did differently… but it was unlikely to be related to the haircut. My platelets are still gigantic so the ITP is not gone. I guess I’ll try to make a good impression again in another 6 months. (Such a nerd!)
And now, let’s head downtown to Downton…
So, this is kind of embarrassing for me to admit, but I just (like this week) started watching Downton Abbey. So far, I have watched the first two episodes of season one… and I’m in L-O-V-E LOVE!
To be perfectly fair, my friend Ellen tried to turn me onto it a few months ago, so there had been intervention on my behalf. (Ellen! You were so right!) And I was vaguely aware of the British countryside premise, so being the Brit-o-phile that I am, you’d think I would have gotten on board. (Is Brit-o-phile a thing? Probably not… I mean it like Francophile, lover of all things French… except that I am a lover of all things British– especially Colin Firth.)
Anyway, Seth hooked his old xbox (not his old old one, just his old one… and he’ll get a new new one sometime in the near future, so I may be looking at an upgrade… not that I’d notice one way or another, I’m just glad he showed me which buttons to push) up to the tv in our sweet workout area* of the basement and then discovered the beauty that is streaming from Amazon Prime. HOW HAVE WE HAD AMAZON PRIME FOR SO LONG AND NOT DISCOVERED THIS EARLIER?!?! I just don’t even know… it’s amazing.
And most importantly, Amazon Prime has streaming for Downton– YES!!!
So, of course, you can expect many, many, many more Downton (yeah, totally thought it was DowntoWn until like 5 minutes ago…) references in the near future, but I’d like to start with what Lord Grantham said to Matthew Crawley (don’t spoil his demise for me anymore that it already has been– I should have been more careful with the Internets!!) regarding Matthew’s reluctance to have a valet (with a hard t of course…):
“We all have different parts to play, Matthew, and we must all be allowed to play them.”
Word, Lord Grantham. Word.
In so many instances, I hear this debate about what we should all aspire to be– nowhere more loudly than in modern feminism discussions as we scream back and forth at each other about whether it’s more “important” to be a strong working role model or an ever-present mom or whatever. But I think Lord Grantham knows what’s up: play your own dang part. And allow others to play theirs.
Matthew’s valet desires to be a good valet, and to serve the master of his house in the ways that a valet should. He takes his role seriously and warms to Matthew instantly once he lets him play that role.
Whether we agree or disagree with someone else’s choices, the way they’ve decided to fill this role we call life is really irrelevant, because ultimately, you only get one part and it’s up to you to play it well. Not to worry about how other’s are playing theirs.
That’s between them and the director 😉
*So, yeah, I’ve got a home gym. No big deal. I just do some hills on the elliptical, rock some pilates on my squishy mats, and do a little bit of free weights because my dad says weights are the cure for anything. Got a headache? Lift some weight– it works, for realsies.
10 thoughts on “Late to the party, but I’m dancing in Downton now! (with lots of platelets!)”
Weights…yes! Pump-you up! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5Zk2vUmjpk
HA! LOVE Hanz and Franz! Get rid of your wimpy cream cheese muscles!!!!
My favorite quote from the first season of Downton — Matthew has a job (shocking!) so can only come to Downton at odd hours and on the weekend. And the Dowager asks, “What is a weekend?”
She sounds like a grad student, doesn’t she?! Ha!! I cannot believe I am just now discovering it. This is like when I started reading Harry Potter after the fourth book was already out all over again– I get to devour it without the wait and I love it!!
Yay for platelets! And maybe there is some kind of weird, inverse relationship between your hair length and platelet count. Sort of like a reverse-Samson effect? We need more data to be sure…
A reverse-Samson effect?! Lara! That’s genius!! I think you’re absolutely right!! I’ll have to get another hair cut right before my next follow-up– if it works, Dr. Gayle can write a case report about me! I’d love to be a case report!
Rachel Stankowski = hottie. come to the big city!
Thanks? I feel almost certain that I’m being made fun of in some way here, but can’t quite put my finger on it… Is my insecurity showing?
1. The “do your own thing” reminds me of one of my favorite verses- Hebrews12:2- that essentially says “run the race maked out for YOU”…
2. Totally came in late on the DA thing too (the watching AND the pronunciation!)
3. So your saying weights are the new Windex?
1. Don’t give it away! I’m only on Deuteronomy! 😉
2. Of course, because when are we ever not doing the same thing?!
3. Weights were a thing (at least for my dad) waaaay before the Windex them ever happened. Seriously. He’s all about lifting weights!