I've had so many transfusions that my system has developed a resistance to most platelets, and I only get a "bump" from certain donors. We found out that Diane is one of them, and she's been giving a bag every week. I told her to take a little break because I don't want her to get exhausted, but good sister that she is, she's been donating every week anyway. She was scheduled to donate today.
Yesterday it turns out that I had dropped to 4 platelets, as in 4,000, and the PA seemed to be kind of worked up about it. She said to be really careful and take it easy, i.e. don't fall. In the meantime she went to call the Red Cross for the platelets, which were nowhere to be found. They started a special search for me and I waited. The nurse had been wrong about platelets being available. I took a walk but basically held my breath all day, except for throwing up my whole lunch onto my tray (sorry...gross, I know). I don't think she was very happy with me. Shortly after that the nurse went home. I got one of the regular staff nurses and was happy about that.
Meanwhile the PA called Diane, who was working in Worcester, and asked her if she could come back and donate that same day. Of course, she did. In the meantime, another bag from a different donor showed up, and I got hooked up around 9 p.m. Usually it takes between 30 to 45 minutes, but my IV was finnicky, sometimes painful and sometimes not dripping at all. I kept having to wave my hand around and change positions to make it work. They finally all got in around 11 p.m.
Today I got a new IV. My platelets were 15, not great but high enough to skip a day of transfusions and fear of bleeding. Tomorrow I will probably get Diane's platelets.