It was a Monday
Have you ever had one of those days? The kind of day where no matter what happened you felt like you were behind and underwater. Monday was a Monday of all Mondays.
I woke up tired. Sunday had been a busy day and my body felt weary. I was tired and I knew it. My energy level was low and I could tell there was little chance of it getting any better. I have learned that on days like this I am much more sensitive to everything. My emotions are near the surface and things I can normally manage to overlook set me headed in a bad direction.
For example, at lunch I could not open my 1 liter sprite bottle. The neuropathy was bad and I had no strength. Nancy came to my rescue but it was frustrating and in many ways humiliating. Later in the day I tried to open a package of gum. My fingers would not work, I could not feel the wrapper to pull it off so once again I handed it off to Nancy…I am glad she is around.
I need to get a scan this week. The insurance company and hospital were not communicating well. We had tried to “help them” communicate most of last week to no avail. Nancy called the oncologists office this am…they had not heard any news and would make a call on my behalf.
My neuropathy is not getting better. In fact it is slowly creeping up my arms and legs. My arms and legs are numb just above my elbows and knees. I called my oncologist and they decided to put me on yet another medicine to help with the neuropathy. The only side effect, “it will make you tired.” “Yeah, just what I need…something else to make me tired.” I am not sure I will take the medicine. This may be one of those things I tough out just so I do not have to deal with the side effects. I am not eager to put more drugs into my system.
The oncologist’s office called. They arranged for the scan! Only thing is I needed blood work before I could have it done. Drop everything and run to the office to have the blood drawn.
Now I can look forward to Barium…love that stuff. It was one of those days. I wanted to stop and start the day again.
FROGS
I walked into my oncologists office and found this sitting behind the receptionists desk! I just started laughing. The kind of laugh that comes from deep within and allows you to release some of the stress you are carrying. Cheryl just smiled and said, “How can I help you sir?” She knew why I was there. She is the first person I see every time I walk into that office. We often have a friendly banter. Seeing her is part of what makes trips to that office enjoyable. She runs the office in an extremely efficient manner. Cheryl knows her job, enjoys her job and does it very well. Lest you think everything is “fun and games” I sat in the waiting room today and watched as she “schooled” one of the visiting drug reps on what was the appropriate way to enter her office so as not to waste her time. It was classic. Done firmly, yet kindly all the while dressed as a frog! I hope you never have to visit her office. If you do you will notice that her desk is covered with all kinds of frogs. Everyone has their thing, for Cheryl it is frogs and she covers her work station with them. Walking in and seeing a giant frog in her chair was just too much. It was exactly what I needed on this Monday. On my way out of the office I asked Cheryl if I could take her picture. She was all too excited to show off her costume.
