I had a fun-filled day of tests for the clinical trial last Friday.
The current blood tests showed that my white blood cells are low. Normal is 4,000 - 11,000; I'm at 1,800; 1,200 gets you dropped from the trial. Soooooo ... looks like the "placebo" is working a little too well.
Actually, I don't think we still have to pretend it's a placebo. Still, I clapped my hands over my ears and said "Lalalalala" when the doctor mentioned it.
He had to mention it so he could warn me to "be careful." I asked, "So. If any children with smallpox run toward me I should dodge them? How am I supposed to be careful?" He answered, "Just...be careful." Oh, and he also double-checked my chickenpox numbers and it seems I have had that particular pox, so I won't die like the other two people in the trial did.
The opthalmology test was uneventful, except that Merilee the tech was intrigued by the BNL cruise. Oh, and it was at 8 am.
I was so sleepy by the time I got into the MRI that I drifted off (in the MRI, while it was running) and dreamed the MRI tech asked me some questions about my grandfather which I had to answer "Yes" or "A." (Or perhaps a Canadian "Eh.") I grunted "Mmm-hmm," but so softly the tech didn't notice. Over the MRI. Which was running.
I did not get a satisfying nap in the (running) MRI machine, so my mind was wandering a lot during the Pulmonary exam.
I abruptly asked the technician:
"Have you lived in Saint Louis a long time?"
"All my life."
"I remember going out to eat when I was a kid at some lady-luncheon type place and ordering a Monte-something sandwich. I had it more than once. And now that I've been thinking of it, I remember it was cheese wrapped in ham wrapped in turkey, made in a sandwich, then - and this is where it gets weird - it was all dipped in batter, deep fried, and served with powdered sugar and jelly."
"Never heard of it, but I don't eat at luncheon places."
And after a little research at home, I found that in my youth I was actually allowed and maybe even encouraged to eat one of the Monte Cristo sandwiches served at luncheon-lady places in South Saint Louis. Clearly it affected my health later in life.