8/16/22

It’s Tuesday. The last seven days haven’t been too good for me. Rather a crappy week last week. I saw the oncologist on Wednesday, and she took me off my medicine. Told me to wait till I felt better and then start a new one. Actually, it’s not a new one, per se. It’s the old one that gave me the blood clots. But now, I’m on blood thinners so she thinks it will be OK to start it again. i’m not really looking forward to it. My head feels like Jack, in the Jack-in-the-Box commercials. It’s huge. I’m like a giant bobble head. I get dizzy. There’s a bunch other stuff going on, too. I’m not going into detail. Today is my best day, so I’m hopeful the worst is over now.

David is home again and taking good care of me. The hospital called me yesterday and scheduled me for a lung scan the middle of September. A week after that, I see the oncologist. The pulmonologist requested the scan. He’s checking for blood clots, among other things. He said the clots I have in my lungs now should all be gone by then.

My foot is getting better and I rarely use my scooter any longer. I put the wheelchair away. If I need to walk for a long distance, I use my scooter. Like getting the mail, etc.


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