9/18/21

Today is Saturday. I didn’t write yesterday, probably because it was so uneventful. I woke up at 11 AM and was back in bed before 1 o’clock. I pretty much slept the day away. So far, today has started out approximately the same as yesterday. I woke up at 10:30 AM and I’m currently in my recliner using my arm pressure machine. I’m so sleepy, I’m about to fall asleep again.

It seems like all I do is sleep, take my medicine, put the burn cream on, repeat. I get my port out on Wednesday and I see my oncologist in Tyler on Friday. She is going to put me on more medicine. I will be on an estrogen blocker for the next 10 years, if I make it that long. It’s going to weaken my bones and I have osteopenia already. The radiation is weakening my bones, also. This does not bode well.  I do not want to end  up looking like one of those little old ladies who’s all bent over, or worse yet, stuck in a wheelchair. I have to have another bone density test as soon as they can book it, too. That test is not going to show me anything good, no matter how much I study for it. 

My new pressure suit is on its way and should be here tomorrow. Then I need to call the tech from Dallas to come meet me to fit it correctly. The RV resort in Houston emailed me and told me I have a package in the office. I have no idea who it’s from or what it is. I asked them, but they have not answered me yet. The office is staffed seven days a week, but I guess they’re too busy to answer me.

Yes, I know I’m sounding a bit cynical today. But, everyone is allowed a crappy day once in a while. This is a crappy day. I’ve had enough. Too much, really. I’m so tired of all this crap, and even though I’m home, the crab is not stopping.

I want to take a bubble bath and let Calgon take me away. But, they won’t even let me take a freaking bath. I’m hanging in there, but only because my choices are few. They said it would get worse before it got better, but the wait  is so very long. I am antsy to get better now. Right now. 

I’m posting this stuff for me, not for my adoring public. This is a diary, of sorts, of my epic adventure. I fully intend to go back and read everything I’ve written. I don’t want to forget the crappy stuff. I want to remember. I need to remember how crappy this year was, so I don’t do it again.

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