The nurse discharged me after the biopsy and although I was still feeling woozy from the sedation, I happily hopped off my hospital bed to get going and get something to eat. Little did I know that as Kepi and I decided to get some hotdogs on the other side of road, I felt something damp on my back. I dismissed it and decided to cross the street anyway; I was really famished as I haven't had food since dinner the night before. As we got back to the hospital's lobby, the damp feeling on my back kept nagging me. I decided to take off my coat and have Kepi check my back. It was blood.
Kepi and I rushed back to the procedure room and found the nurse who discharged me. She immediately took me back to one of the rooms and started applying pressure on the biopsy site. I was scared but thank God the bleeding stopped. Who would have known that such occurrence came to be a blessing in disguise.
My transplant doctor arrived a few minutes later and informed me that my platelet transfusion did not bump up my count at all. She told me that my body is "choosy" and that my donor has to be screened and matched thoroughly in order to find that my donor's platelets matches my system. If that even makes sense; I was blown away. Anyway, I spent the night at the hospital for overnight observation. I didn't sleep that well, as the nurses kept checking on me every after four hours.
I am now home. I have to be extra careful as I am walking with just 1,000 platelets and I have a bit of bruising all over my body. I'd have to wait until Tuesday to get another platelet transfusion. For now, I have a pill that I can take in case I have a bleeding problem.
It is a wonderful feeling to know that I am still here. By the way, the stitches came off from my Hickman Port site; it is healing quite well.