2/23/21

Today is Tuesday.  Chemo day 2.  I'm a bit loopy, just like last time.  I just looked at my phone to check the date and it said 3:13.  So, I entered that date on this post.  Yeah, it's not March 13th, it's 3:13 p.m.  Slow, but sure.  I'm slow, but sure.  David took me to chemo today because I drove yesterday for the first time in weeks and I had to really concentrate on what I was doing.  I was pretending I was taking my driving test to get my license the entire time.  I was totally into following all the rules.  That mind game helped me a lot.  My mind still wandered, tho, so he drove today.  Better safe, than sorry, right?  He dropped me off at 9:20 a.m. and went to run errands because they won't let him in with me.  He went home after his errands because I told him I was going to be there longer than anticipated.  It takes him 1/2 hour to get there, so I gave him 35 minutes notice and he showed up in perfect time.  1:15 p.m.  Yes, I was there 3 hours 55 minutes.  Long morning.  Interesting morning.  They used my port to draw blood for the lab and then I waited 15 minutes for the results to see if my numbers were high enough so that I could have chemo.  Bingo.  Good results.  They started treatment and about 1/2 way through, the fire alarm went off in the building.  The nurses were mortified, to say the least.  They were very professional, very caring, very careful.  They took about 15 of us out to the back parking lot rolling our IV bags on the cart thingies.  They brought out rolling office chairs for us to sit in and stayed right by us.  I didn't look at my watch, but I had plenty of time to tell stories to anyone that would listen.  Word spread and soon I had a small audience for the next 'true' story.  They gave us all blankets even tho the sun was out, and it wasn't bad at all.  It did delay treatment time, however.  Hence, the 4 hour treatment day.  

When David picked me up, he took me to my hairdresser, who was waiting for me.  She cut off a lock of my hair and put it in a baggie for me.  I can take it with me if I want to pick out a wig with a similar color now.  (No, I'm not going pink or blue or orange, people.)  Then she shaved my head.  She asked me if I wanted to look in the mirror or have her turn me around.  I chose to look.  She just used the electric clippers, so it's not a real close shave, and I still have lots of stubble.  I imagine it will be gone in a couple of days.  My hair was falling out while I was brushing my teeth this morning.  Falling like rain.  Or, in my case, snow.  I took a little cap with me, put it on, and was out of there in about 5 minutes.  

I'm already peeing red from the 'Red Devil' and my head is bobbing around on my shoulders like a regular Bobblehead on your car dashboard.  And now I'm bald.  Hey, I could be a real, walking, talking, Bobblehead!  I could entertain children at birthday parties.  Just a thought.

I don't feel sick.  Yet.  So, David is taking me to get some bar-b-q tonight.  It sounds yummy and I'm looking forward to it.  Perhaps he should drive......