Some of you know this already, but I've been having a number of tests run because I have an elevated platelet count. It started back in 2005 when they went up and outside of normal range. We've been monitoring them since, but this year they took another slight leap up. So, if you know me at all, you know that anytime there is an abnormality, I quickly assume that I'm going to die. Stubbed toe, blister, sliver, all equal death. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea. The thing that worried me about my platelets was that my mom died of leukemia. She had too few platelets and too many white cells. A different story completely, but I was still paranoid.
Happily, all of my test results and blood work showed that other than the high platelets, nothing else looks abnormal. At least in my blood. My ass is still gigantic and my man boobs cascade over my belly and flop around when I run (I avoid it), but those won't kill me. Actually they might, but that is a whole other struggle.