My birthday kind of... sucked. I told my parents I wanted to go out to eat for dinner, but instead they made a bunch of food that I don't like and invited over some of their friends who I don't know. Then, I was so anemic that when I stood up from the dinner table I wobbled on my feet and passed out. That's what I was told, anyway, since I don't remember any of it myself. I laid down on the couch to shut my eyes for a few minutes and let the dizziness pass, and woke up hours later with a raging fever that lasted through Sunday afternoon. Soooo... it wasn't how I pictured my 21st birthday would be, but it's not the end of the world. And I'm sure on my 22nd birthday I'll look back at this one and laugh and laugh and laugh, because by then all of this cancer drama will be a distant memory.

To fight the anemia I got a transfusion of 2 units of blood (or more specifically, "packed red blood cells") yesteday. I've never gotten a transfusion before and I was really nervous, but it went fine. I already feel a lot stronger today, as well as grateful. I wish there was some way I could contact the donors and thank them. Giving blood really does make a difference! I would start donating myself once I'm healthy enough, but I found out they don't let cancer survivors donate until five years after their treatment is finished. (Not that that doesn't make sense-- who'd wanna be transfused with somebody's nasty cancery blood?)

In other news, my mom is in town for a week to spend some time with me and help out, and that's always fun. And in other news, Matt is coming up this Friday to spend the weekend with me and I can't wait.

That's all for now. This is Nerdslut, signing out!