Plan B

With my weight surging nearly ten pounds in the last three days, there was no doubt in my mind that the doctors would do something. It's true that I've been eating about six meals a day... but I swear a good portion of this new weight is fluid. It has started to fill up in my upper legs again. This puts pressure on my knees when I walk, causing me to walk in an discombobulated stagger.

So I got a dose of the good meds -- the Zaroxalyn / Lasix diuretic combo. This stuff would pull water out of a dry sponge. It's been five hours and it's already pulled a liter out of me. The ballooning of my weight has come to a screaching halt.

My platlet count has started to come back down, which is reassuring. However, my white blood cell count is now very high. High white blood count + high platlet count usually means some sort of infection. But as I said, since there are no overt symptoms there's nothing that they can do about it. The fellow who examined me today called it a "curiosity", which I've learned in the medical profession is an euphemism for "we have no friggin' idea why this is happening". Now that's a useful term. Perhaps I can use it somehow when I go back to work:

Attorney: Thanks for getting that software set up for me. By the way, do you know why my computer crashes in Word randomly and I lose several billible hours a day?
Me: Hmmm, well, that's a curiosity that we will need to continue to monitor.

You learn something new each day. Anyway, between my bloating and and my "curiosity" I'm scheduled to come into the clinic tomorrow morning for a follow-up. So, I'm not out of treatment... yet.