I tried to find the Theodoric of York Medieval Doctor clip from SNL with Steve Martin, where he bleeds every pax that comes in until they are pale and lifeless, to garnish this follow-up on my procedure: I had to be bled. My red and white counts were already lower when I went in than they were in the path report, still high though. One nozzle masquerading as a needle and a couple of days  later, I feel fine. I felt pretty loopy all day Monday, less so yesterday. But today I feel surprisingly good. Maybe bleeding every now and then isn’t such a bad idea.

The cells all looked normal. If you’re new here, a blood test last week set off a leukemia/marrow-disease scare. Now I’m told it was probably combo of having above average white counts all the time, and then losing 30 lbs and gaining bone density due to working out like a body Nazi, temporarily kicking up the RBC similar to what happens when you spend a week in the mountains. Bottom line is, I’m probably in the clear and I feel really good. We’ll get back to a more regular blogging schedule this week my friends.