7/31/22
Today is Sunday. My oncologist called me this past week and told me to take my medication at night instead of in the morning, so I tried it for a few days and it seems to help. I’m not nearly as loopy as I was and not so tired. The pulmonologist said my lungs would heal between 3 and 9 weeks. Everyone is different. He wants me to have a lung scan the middle of September. I’ve never heard of those. He said it’s a nuclear test.
I see the podiatrist on Thursday and I am SO hoping I can walk out of there. I’m so glad I have good medical insurance. You cannot believe the charges I’ve incurred. It’s staggering.
David bought a lottery ticket, but y’all know we don’t live in Illinois.
And so ends another week without me becoming unexpectedly rich.
I believe I have finally lost my mind. If anyone finds it, don’t bother returning it. It wasn’t functioning properly anyway.
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