5/25/21 - Tuesday

Hoo-boy.  I went to chemo this morning by myself.  I took off my boot, put on my tennis shoe (did not tie it), and drove that way.  Both coming and going.  I put my boot on when I got there and when I got home.  I called the doctor again when I got home since no one called me back yesterday.  No answer.  The nurse returned my call at 4:45 p.m. this afternoon.  Geez.  She's not very good at returning phone calls.  The doctor had already left the building and was in surgery, so she'll talk to him tomorrow.  She told me that if my foot felt well enough to walk on, I could ditch the boot.  The doctor will probably call in maintenance medicine for gout.  I'll know more in the morning.  So, I'm trying to walk without it this evening.  We'll see.  Cross your fingers.

When I got to the cancer center this morning, there were no parking spaces.  Figures.  I had to park across the street in the lot at the far end.  It was a long walk for me with the boot on.  The place was simply packed late this morning.  Every chair in the treatment room was occupied.  1/2 dozen new nurses were there today, too.  That's so sad.  So many people in my predicament.

They told me my oncologist reduced my dose by 15%.  Wow.  That's even more surprising when you hear what it did to me today.  It hit me hard.  I made it home in a driving rainstorm.  Wind, absolutely pouring rain.  Most cars had their flashers on driving down the road at a whopping 30 mph.  We had tons of limbs down by the time I got to the house.  It took David 1-1/2 hours to clean them up and there's still lots of debris on the ground.  I went straight to bed.  That's how I helped.  Oh, yeah, and I kept calling him to tell him the alarm on the water heater in our bathroom was blaring.  He kept coming in to fix it.  Or something.  We have a leak.  This day gets better and better.  The sore is back on the tip of my tongue, my nose is blocked up (so I'm probably going to have a bloody nose soon), I have a headache, my heart is racing, I'm a ball of sweat most of the time, and I feel like crap.  I usually do pretty good on chemo day.  Whew, not today.  This does not bode well for my remaining treatments.  Oh, yeah, and my hands are itching when I take my antibiotics now, so they're probably not going to make it the full 10 days, either.  I have to take Benadryl to alleviate it, but I can't keep doing that.

Poop.  I was knocked on my royal butt today, for sure.  Maybe I'll be wonderful tomorrow and we're just switching up the game plan this second go-round.  Yeah, that's it.  Good new plan.

I have stopped trying to make everybody happy.  Know why?  I realize I am not Tequila.

Question:

Do they allow loud laughter in Hawaii?

Or just a low ha?