Lots of very social and loud chemo patients here today. Unfortunately, when people can't hear well, or live with someone that doesn't hear well, they tend to speak very VERY loudly. They are giving me a headache.
Cancer has definitely given me patience. Either that, or I am secretly lamenting my lack of a concealed weapon. Just kidding, mostly.
I'll post more later. I'm off to find a weapon.
Now that I am home, where life is much quieter and more relaxing, and because there were no weapons to be found, damn the luck, I can continue. :D
I had a new oncology nurse today, and I liked her quite a bit, but I couldn't read her name on her badge, although it started with a C. She had a little trouble accessing my port. Somehow, I think it says something about me, that I didn't mind the pain of the miss, as much as I minded the very loud, very obnoxious senior citizens. Hmmmm.
And besides, what is another bruise? I have the black hand of death thing going on from yesterday's visit with the phlebotamist. Third stick was the charm, though, as usual.
Oh how I hate Atropine. But I think I probably should appreciate it for the reason it is given. It's just that it makes me dizzy, screws with my ability to focus, and makes me irritable. Thus my reaction to the decibel-blasting geriatric set.
So, I have to start my chemo pills (Xeloda) again, with dinner. I have heard reports of people saying my blog has been about food quite a bit recently, but if you follow the pattern, that's only on my chemo off week. Yeah, once I get my appetite back, I do tend to enjoy food again. But for now, my chemo week ON, I tolerate it. Gotta have something in my stomach to cushion the blow of the pills, but I do not actually enjoy it this week. You should see how my weight fluctuates between the two weeks! :D
Have a great week, all. Love, hugs and kisses!