Round 4, Day 12

Well I suppose I could write some of this down instead of just thinking about it. That’s usually what happens to me. I get lost in the thinking and never get to the doing. And time marches on.

I can brush my teeth with toothpaste again. The tongue has healed enough that it doesn’t burn anymore. It was funny that my “magic mouthwash” burned my tongue before the lidocaine kicked in.

I spent over three hours shoveling the concrete today. Probably half that time was spent sitting, recovering my breath, and letting my muscles gain their strength back. Still more that I want to do tomorrow, but not too much anymore.

I cleaned most of the apron into the street. I cleaned enough that the snowplow drivers can see the curbs at the edge of the driveway but I left the two-foot section in the street. Basically just like what you saw in my first picture the other day.

Buoyed by Julie’s article, I emailed my oncologist with my cold feet concerns. Didn’t hear a thing.

I have been in email contact with my personal physician; at least I send them info. I ran out of one of my blood pressure meds today. I had been given 4 weeks of samples and was supposed to send in my BPs at two weeks. Did that; didn’t hear a thing. So I updated my BPs and sent that in last night, informing them that I would be out of meds today. Didn’t hear a thing all day. Tonight I got one of the office personnel doing a follow up. Seems the doctor wasn’t in today.

But it’s all good; it’s all good! I got a chance to talk with the young lady—she kept calling me Sir—about her trials with chemo. Yup, breast cancer. And she is right, you don’t know until you’ve been there. So, she was asking me my experiences with chemo and sharing her own with me. And she was taking notes!!! Smart girl!

She made a comment about not wanting to live her life in the recliner and I almost kissed her over the phone. That’s what the last week has been for me. She understands!!

And if this is what getting old is like, you can have it. I don’t want it!

Even though I was able to work outside for a while today, when I came in I crashed into the recliner. I was able to get up after a bit and fix store-bought Jambalaya for supper, but I crashed back into the recliner to eat and watch a movie.

Hmmm, oh, Die Hard 2. Yesterday I watched the first one. Tomorrow I might watch Die Hard With a Vengeance. Nice thing about losing your memory; all your old movies are almost like new again. :-)

I haven’t seen the latest, Live Free or Die Hard. So I’m catching up so I’ll be on track when I see the new one. I like the Live Free part. But I find that John is now working for Homeland Security; where’s the Living Free part?

Oh, no! John and Holly got divorced! Bummer! I like that actress’s name, Bonnie Bedelia. I used to work with a Bonnie and that was what I kept calling her. I could never remember her last name! She got used to it. :-D

The problem with my muscles isn’t that they are tight or that I’m building up lactic acid specifically. It’s that all the stuff breaking down in my system due to the poison, I mean the cancer drugs, and needs to get flushed out of my system. Por ejemplo, the Cisplatin—BTW, this drug is a compound of platinum, how expensive do you think that might be at $1455 an ounce?—removes the magnesium from my system. It doesn’t need to; it just does. So I’ve had to increase my intake just to keep up.

So between removing stuff that they don’t need to and killing stuff that then needs to be removed, my poor circulatory system is working overtime. Probably why my heart rate is so fast.

So, that’s it for me. I’m recovering now, just not as fast as before. I’m gonna go play in the tub for a while, and then catch an episode or two of Dark Angel. I’ll check back in before hitting the hay!

Hey! Merry Christmas!