If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seem my Tweet from earlier. For those that don’t, allow me to paraphrase.
As a Special Needs parent to a child with fragile health, I sometimes make the mistake of thinking that things could never get worse. Wrong again.
Gavin had an appointment with Dr. Reynolds this morning. It was the first appointment since we began increasing his Clozapine last month. There weren’t many surprises because it was basically more of the same. While that would be a world full of bad news for most familes, we’re used to all this stuff by now.
There were some changes discussed but I’ll talk about those in a later post because they really don’t matter right now.
Before we left Dr. Reynolds office, I remembered about Gavin’s platelets being low for the first time and let him know what Gavin immunologist had called to tell me about at the end of last month.
The normal range for platelets is 150-450. For the first time, she had noted that his platelets had dropped below 150 and were recorded at 147.
I’ve been stressing the fuck out over this because Gavin never does anything halfway and I had a feeling it was just a matter of time before the shit hit the fan.
After hearing this, Dr. Reynolds pulled up the latest blood count from Gavin’s blood draw last Friday.
In the course of about one week, Gavin’s platelet count went from 147 all the way down to 122. As I’m hearing this, I felt like I was going to throw up. I fucking knew it wasn’t going be good and I’ve been fighting back the tears since about 11:15 am this morning.
First of all, this has nothing to do with any of the medications that Gavin is on, so that’s not a concern.