Acclimation to normal life started with the plane landing. When I was in Elementary school when we came back from April vacation this song was really popular and I remember it torturing my mother every morning for a week it played on our ride to school. Naturally I serenaded her and my father with it upon our plane landing.
back to the here and now yeah
Friday after getting home from the red eye flight was a series of wake up calls. First, I had to clean my own bathroom Second, it was back into maintaining cancer survivor work. It was 93 and humid so me and my geri curl took the bus to the hospital. The bus was not air conditioned and was crowded. Yay real life! At the hospital I had to give urine, blood and then some extra blood. The RN in charge of the study let me know that she didn't know what two of the extra tubes of blood were for but that the study required them. Fine by me. Apparently my body can just make some more (my blood work showed that I am not anemic, so I am confident I will make some more blood. My oncologist was out sick so one of the Nurse Practitioner's that I had not met did my physical exam. She asked me a serious of questions, such as "Any changes in appetite" "Any fatigue" and in 12 questions I answered "No" to all of them. She also asked me if I only answered "No" to questions. My sleep deprived brain found this hilarious which resulted in a a suspicious look. After the exam it was time for the 4 injections in my right thigh. Just like the previous injections the first 2 were fine and the last two stung like the dickens. I squirmed in my seat so much that the RN doing the injections said to me a little nervously "You know I always get worried that one of my patients is going to hit me when I torture them with the injections.". I responded "Yeah, I'll sit on my hands". No large amount of swelling just redness the size of quarters at each injection site. The bus got stuck on traffic on the way home and took 80 minutes to make the 30 minute trip.
back to life, back to the present time
back from a fantasy
The pollen count has been exceptionally high and I am looking forward to the washing rains that are supposed to be coming. I started loosing my voice Sunday night and officially drove home the laryngitis by going to see this:
Let's just say they still Got It: The Right Stuff and I like every other woman my age at the concert screamed like a 12 year old girl for 2 hours. It was awesome.
However, waking up without a voice and some chest congestion was not. The pollen count remained high and I think a combination of allergies and plan rides resulted in some bronchitis and laryngitis. I got this confirmed on Wednesday and I am on an albuterol inhaler and have run since Saturday.The nurse practitioner at the general medicine clinic was very impressed with my chemo perm. I told her that I was a little anxious about my lungs hurting because of the 4 mm of inflammation on my CT scan 1.5 months ago and I wanted to keep my lungs clear. She ignored that I obviously had my crazy pants on and calmly let me know I had done the right thing and if I wasn't feeling better to come back in a week and we'll add some antibiotics into the mix.
back to life, back to the day we have
Today I'm really congested and I like to think that I sound like this:
In reality I sound more like this:
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