Well, poop.

My M-spike went up a teeny bit to 2.7. The nurse emphasized that THIS IS NOT A BIG DEAL. The rational part of my brain knows she is completely right. I've dealt with this spike for five-plus years, and I've watched it do all kinds of weird things from month to month, and I know a one-time increase of .3 IS NOT A BIG DEAL. The irrational part of my brain (which is most of my brain, I think) doesn't like it at all. Oh, well. What can I do? I guess I'll put back the slightly unbuttoned photo of Bon Jovi for starters:

By the way, I'm now on 15 mg of Revlimid to try to help my blood counts recover. So we'll see.