There's More
I really took advantage of the 3-day "rest period" by sleeping a lot and slathering on some RX cortisone cream. Have you ever read one of those pharmacy fliers that they give you? This one basically said, "This is some really bad shit, but your doctor figured the benefits might outweigh the horrible side effects. So don't you dare use it on any other body part or for any other condition than for what your doctor prescribed. Don't apply more than 3 times a day, and wash your hands carefully before and after applying. Finally, whatever you do, don't use it in the underarm area unless your doctor said you could." Now just where do you think I need to apply that stuff? That area gets either terribly itchy or terribly painful until I put on that cream. However, early this morning it didn't seem to even give me any relief. I got pretty desperate and grabbed a vitamin E softgel and put it on. What a relief! For awhile.
Oh, well. Starting today they won't be zapping me from all sides. They made a lead template with the opening in the shape of my scar plus 2 cm. all the way around it. So, now I just get 30 seconds in one zap, but it's pretty darn close. Fortunately, I don't have to reach for the bars or get situated into a form for my head, arms, and shoulders. I actually get a pillow! And I'll be doing the whole 33 treatments, so next Wednesday will be my last visit there.
I was giving them a bad time, and they asked where I worked, and what I did so they could come and bug ME sometime. When I told them it was in a DI program, they just shook their heads, chuckled, and informed me that they're not like my kids.
When they changed the walls, etc., I had to go look for my bathrobe. The department had converted one of the men's dressing rooms into a closet, but one had to go through their anteroom to get to it, so, as I'm going in there, some crotchety old (new to that area) patient practically tackled me, and disgustingly told me that I was heading into the men's dressing room! Now everyone waits in our tiny waiting room next to the dressing rooms. (Those who don't have to remove any clothing lost their big waiting room with the tables of 1000 piece puzzles.) Well, after I did my changing in MY dressing room and came back out, we got to talking. I noticed he had a finger that wasn't quite as long as it should be, but, of course I didn't point that out to him. Seems he'd retired from the Navy over 30 years ago, so I was going through some ships' names to see if he'd ever been on any of them. No connection there. He finally informed me that he worked mostly in commissaries throughout the world as a meat cutter. You know this chemo brain is slow, so it wasn't until I got home that it dawned on me what might have happened to his finger! (I know....I'm bad!) ;-)
It's going to be nice having my life back when this is all done. However, I have done a lot of reading. My radiologist and I even exchanged books. Although she returned my book later because it was a signed gift from the author, she let me keep her book. (She said she'd bought 2 extra copies to give to someone interested.)
That's all for now, folks!
Oh, well. Starting today they won't be zapping me from all sides. They made a lead template with the opening in the shape of my scar plus 2 cm. all the way around it. So, now I just get 30 seconds in one zap, but it's pretty darn close. Fortunately, I don't have to reach for the bars or get situated into a form for my head, arms, and shoulders. I actually get a pillow! And I'll be doing the whole 33 treatments, so next Wednesday will be my last visit there.
I was giving them a bad time, and they asked where I worked, and what I did so they could come and bug ME sometime. When I told them it was in a DI program, they just shook their heads, chuckled, and informed me that they're not like my kids.
When they changed the walls, etc., I had to go look for my bathrobe. The department had converted one of the men's dressing rooms into a closet, but one had to go through their anteroom to get to it, so, as I'm going in there, some crotchety old (new to that area) patient practically tackled me, and disgustingly told me that I was heading into the men's dressing room! Now everyone waits in our tiny waiting room next to the dressing rooms. (Those who don't have to remove any clothing lost their big waiting room with the tables of 1000 piece puzzles.) Well, after I did my changing in MY dressing room and came back out, we got to talking. I noticed he had a finger that wasn't quite as long as it should be, but, of course I didn't point that out to him. Seems he'd retired from the Navy over 30 years ago, so I was going through some ships' names to see if he'd ever been on any of them. No connection there. He finally informed me that he worked mostly in commissaries throughout the world as a meat cutter. You know this chemo brain is slow, so it wasn't until I got home that it dawned on me what might have happened to his finger! (I know....I'm bad!) ;-)
It's going to be nice having my life back when this is all done. However, I have done a lot of reading. My radiologist and I even exchanged books. Although she returned my book later because it was a signed gift from the author, she let me keep her book. (She said she'd bought 2 extra copies to give to someone interested.)
That's all for now, folks!
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home