So, it’s decided; I have stoopid blood.
As I have recently moved, I have signed on at a new GP surgery. After having gone through the what-was-meant-to-be-short meeting about my medical history they decided that I should have a blood test.
Now I am use to these blood tests. I have them all the time as the meds that I am on warrant regular testing. Usually at least once a month to make sure everything is staying where it should and nothing odd is happening. About 9 months ago these monthly blood tests were changed to quarterly ones as in three years my blood results have remained mainly stable. So I wasn’t expecting anything bad to happen in this one.
I did the usual. Wandered in to town in the morning. Had a chat with the nurse about where my good veins are and had the blood taken. No problem. I’ll get the results within a couple of days.
That evening I was on the phone to a friend and I had another call come in. It went to voicemail and I didn’t think anything of it. Most likely it would have been a call from my dad asking when Dr Who was on. I finished up with my friend and listened to the message. What I didn’t expect was the head of the surgery calling me, out of hours, telling me that I must stop one of my meds immediately.
He was so concerned, in fact, that in a 49 second message he told me this 3 times.
It appears that after 3 years of doing a normal, run if the mill job my immunosuppressants have decided to work overtime. Maybe they unionised or something.
What this means is that my immune system is so bad at the moment that the slightest infection, a cough or a sore throat could kill me.
Having reduced my medication I can now say that while my results aren’t in the normal range yet, they are getting better.
I still need to avoid being around children and it would probably be beneficial to stay out of the open plan work office to ensure I do not get exposed to many germs, but hey ho. Life must go on, which means work. Not that I can complain too much, since the move I have been allowed to work from home 4 days a week.
So, if the next time you see me I do not shake your hand or hug you, please do not take offence.