Pesky Little Buggers

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Earlier this week, I had a pretty promising visit to the doctor. My asthma has been improving a ton. My IBS was neatly diagnosed last month. I was pretty optimistic that I was on the road to getting on with my life. My doctor as much as told me so. But then, he called me back later. ‘No big deal,’ he said. ‘I’m just a little concerned about these blood tests. Just stop in anytime, and we’ll just check on them.’

UGH! These little buggers are my nemesis. Sure enough, I get the call today. My white blood cell and lymphocyte counts are low. Something strange going on with my immune system. They’re not sure what this means.

Well, it means that I’m going to have to go and see more doctors for now.

It’s kind of ironic. Pretty much every member of my family, co-workers, friends, and acquaintances have made this observation. It sounds like you’re immune system is off. It makes common sense. After all, I was exposed to an ongoing onslaught of toxic gas for four years. You would expect my immune system to have taken a beating.

But I have to admit, it’s really hard not to get impatient with our medical process at times. Things tend to take a million years longer than you’d like them to.

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