The last several weeks proved to be quite eventful for me. On May 11th, I'm proud to say I turned 30! The next week, Lyv and I flew down to Texas to visit my sister and her new little boy, Preston. Here is my favorite photo I took of him while I was down there.
While I was down there I started getting sick with fever and joint pain and it turned out that an immunosuppressive drug I was on for lupus had become toxic to my body and dropped my white cell count to a dangerously low level of 0.6. Upon arriving back in Denver, I was instructed by my doctor to go to the ER to be admitted to the hospital. I spent four days there in reverse isolation and had every test imaginable run on me. There was a real danger that I could have an infection in my body and with no white cells to fight them, that kind of situation can be deadly. I really dodged a bullet, because they could find no infection anywhere! (I like to think it was due to my obsessive hand washing I took on while I was around my newborn nephew). After I was released, I ended up going back to the ER two more times over the next 3 days. Now my doctors think I'm in a lupus flare and so they're trying to get that under control. All in all, I had fever every night for 12 days straight, I had 5 IV's put in my arms, I had countless blood draws and the bruised arms to prove it, and I lost 10 lbs. I'm now on high doses of steroids which have me feeling pretty good, but I have to remind myself that my body is still recovering from all the shock it endured. Thank you to everyone for your well wishes during this past week!
While I was down there I started getting sick with fever and joint pain and it turned out that an immunosuppressive drug I was on for lupus had become toxic to my body and dropped my white cell count to a dangerously low level of 0.6. Upon arriving back in Denver, I was instructed by my doctor to go to the ER to be admitted to the hospital. I spent four days there in reverse isolation and had every test imaginable run on me. There was a real danger that I could have an infection in my body and with no white cells to fight them, that kind of situation can be deadly. I really dodged a bullet, because they could find no infection anywhere! (I like to think it was due to my obsessive hand washing I took on while I was around my newborn nephew). After I was released, I ended up going back to the ER two more times over the next 3 days. Now my doctors think I'm in a lupus flare and so they're trying to get that under control. All in all, I had fever every night for 12 days straight, I had 5 IV's put in my arms, I had countless blood draws and the bruised arms to prove it, and I lost 10 lbs. I'm now on high doses of steroids which have me feeling pretty good, but I have to remind myself that my body is still recovering from all the shock it endured. Thank you to everyone for your well wishes during this past week! 
