Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Wrong Direction

The needle hasn’t moved in the right direction. An hour after platelet transfusion yesterday my result showed zero improvement. I was still sitting at 6. This morning I got retested and the results showed 3. That’s not good. Anything below 50 is considered critical let alone 3. The most comment side effects besides internal bleeding is fatigue and unusually heavy menstrual flow. Lovely.

Been at the infusion center since 7:15am and it’s now 2:30pm. Good grief. A whole day dedicated to platelets and I can’t even have regular platelets – I have to get RH positive platelets. Because of my past allergic reactions they give me platelets pretty slow but of course why not…I started to cough in the middle of my platelet transfusion and couldn’t stop because my throat was closing up again. So nurse had to stop treatment and hit me with a high dosage of Benadryl. Tomorrow should go a little smoother but we’ll see. I have transfusion at 8:00am. I have headphones, phone and iPad charged up in case I’m there for another three hours. This time I need to bring my neck pillow!

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Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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