Low

She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes to calm me down. She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes, I am tired now.
Dissolve me – Alt-J

Day 6 : … Haemoglobin 11.4 … Neutrophils 0.16 … Platelets 131 …

Not much immune system left, and I think the lining of my digestive tract is deteriorating. Feeling pretty groggy today. Not even sure what TV I’m watching. My mouth tastes metallic. Food is unappealing. I moan to the nurse.
“Could you rate your pain from 1 to 10?”
Ah, that old chestnut. Presuming that 10 is cutting-your-own-arm-off-with-a-rusty-saw (127 Hours style) then this is certainly no more than a 4. But it’s enough to make me happy to just lie in bed and shut my eyes. The nurse offers me pain control, and brings me… paracetamol. Woohoo!