Whew

Well, we got through the weekend with nary a scrape. No fever, no serious fatigue.

But today Vlad felt every inch of his anemia. He drove himself to see Conlon this afternoon. WBC down to 800. Temp was about 99. He got a prescription for Levaquin (the crazy expensive antibiotic), so that will be his talisman for the next week. He was pretty tired after the doctor visit. No fever tonight, but he's light-headed and feels like the mouth pain is trying to rear its ugly head.

There's a birthday party for Dylan on Saturday. He'll be 1. There's no way Vlad can go; and I think I'll skip it without him as there will be very little English spoken and, as we all know, ya gavaryoo tolka ni mnoga pa-ruski.