Wackle pudding

Jell-O is back on the shopping list. Because it's the only way to get rid of these big osses. For nine months I took 960mg of Cotrim every other day. An antibiotic that was supposed to prevent me from getting pneumonia. 115 tablets if you leave out the "forgotten" ones. 115 spoonfuls of jelly for a happy new year.

I had my blood drawn on Monday. Things are actually calm at the moment, but the tests are important so that we can react in time. The IgM level is lower than ever, although it is still too high. Liver values are too high, coagulation is rather poor. But I am satisfied.

Today I called her as promised.

"You absolutely have to take Cotrim again! Your B cells are still not there!" she now calls me by my first name. "But I don't want to!" I replied, sulking. "Plus FFP2 and preferably no people!" Haha. Exactly. Unfortunately FFP2 doesn't go with lipstick!

Menno. As we talked, I heard the pen flicking across the recipe.

"I'm on vacation abroad now, but please send me the rest of my blood results on Monday. I'm also available by cell phone at any time. I've also told B. (senior physician on my ward) that he's available for you at any time. Oh, and I met Professor H., he asked about you too!"

Wow. Now add a spoonful of jelly!