I know this isn’t the place to tell you this, but I am so happy with my repeat blood tests I’m celebrating everywhere I can.  they were scary last week – the same results as ten years ago when i was hospitalized.  I couldn’t get hold of a doctor (except the one on call, who pooh-poohed my fears and told me to take the tests again), didn’t  want to risk Emergency because i wasn’t thinking straight, and decided to take the antibiotics i had stashed away exactly for this kind of emergency.  And today I took the tests again and everything is back to normal.  Maybe I was just all dried out, maybe there was a mistake in the tests, but I feel so much better I know I had something that the antibiotics fought.  

The isolation was the worst – not having someone take responsibility for me.