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Showing posts with label sense of humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sense of humor. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Hello, lounge chair!

I had a date with the aqua green vinyl lounge chair again today. It was an easy treatment, just 30 minutes of a bio-therapy called Herceptin. They gave me Benadryl beforehand so I really didn't care what they did. But wait... if it was only a 30 minute treatment... why was I there from 9:30 to 12:30? Hmm. Something stinks... 

But seriously, I had an appointment with my Medical Oncologist during my treatment. (Ha! The nurses said I would be DONE before my appointment! Scheduling, Pffft) I had to waltz Alberto my IV pole across the hall for the meeting with Dr. H. She spent over an hour with me, going over my side effects and why and what I can do, etc. She prescribed some painkilling cream for my headaches and some Magic Mouthwash for my mouth sores. And get this... she prescribed caffeine, as in a mug of coffee in the morning, to help my headaches! And... wait for it... Ice Cream! She said it would make my mouth feel better. (Um... yeah! Isn't that what it's for?) We're not worrying about calories either. Probably the first and last time in my life I need to eat more calories. I think I love my doctor... 

I was in a good mood when I got home, feeling better mentally. Compared to this morning of course, when I could have started my own Cancer program called "Feel like crap, look crappier." Anyway, I felt better when I got home, albeit a bit tired from the Benadryl. By the afternoon I was ready to kick the UPS man's ass for leaving 2 bundles of cardboard boxes in front on my garage in the sleeting rain. For the amount I paid in shipping for PAPER products you'd think he could at least ring the damn doorbell. I was home! Someone's head is gonna roll when he shows up at work in the morning. Then I'm gonna place a lot of orders tomorrow so he'll have plenty of opportunity to get this right!

I found my sense of humor. It was hiding in the back of the closet where I kicked it last week.