7/17/21
Today is Saturday. I've calmed down a bit today, but am still going to call the therapy office on Monday. No, I don't need anger management. People just need to stop pissing me off.
Tomorrow would have been my mom's 99th birthday and we will be traveling to Houston to spend the next 7 weeks. Well, I will. David won't be there the whole time. We cleaned the RV and packed all dang day. Plum wore me out. I have to keep sitting down and resting, so it makes for pretty slow going. Will finish packing tomorrow and head out mid-afternoon, I reckon.
I have some good news today. My nose is no longer bleeding and my fingernails are growing out. I can see the healthy nail coming in behind the yellow, cracking, icky nails. My hair is growing, but not evenly. I have patches of thicker hair and then a bald spot. It's totally white - no gray at all. The sore on my tongue is nearly gone.
The bad news is: the diverticulitis is back in full force and the gout in my foot has returned.
I will take a nice, long, hot bath tonight. It will be my last one for a very long time. There is no tub in the RV and once I'm tattooed for radiation, baths are a no-no. No swimming, either. No hot tubs.
I was told to expect to lose my teeth, too. Did I mention that? Probably not. I was trying to block it out. Perhaps my teeth are too stubborn to succumb to radiation. We shall see.
To me, "Drink Responsibly", means don't spill it.
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