A day of highs and lows and holding my breath.
They took my blood the nuetrophils were .3, sat there for hours waiting for the more in depth results to come back.
Eventually said to the registrar, who was hell bent on admitting me I am going to the Royal Surrey for a wig fitting, if you want me to come back I will, but I am not missing this appointment.
He reluctantly allowed me to leave, I was halfway home when he called to say that the in depth test had the reading at 1.7.
They like them to be between 1.5 and 8(in an ideal world) he told me to stay off work until Monday, and to sleep as much as possible.
My BF picked me up from the house and we went wig shopping, me being me, gravitated to the most expensive one, without knowing the price, but it really really suits me and we are saving a fortune on wine. 
I was determined that I wasn't going to buy a private wig, but the NHS contribution is shocking.
So all in all a good day, back on the bloody ABs and Nystatin, but I have a good wig.
I rang my cousin and said hello, she said you got a good wig didn't you ?
I said I only said hello, she said yes but you sounded like you.
The lowest point was forcing a caramel shortbread in,(for calories) needing a tissue, putting the shortbread on my lap to get one out of my bag and coming up with it stuck to my jumper.