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Oct. 7th, 2015 09:40 amI have my first two radiation appointments scheduled for next week. The scheduler wanted me to wait and schedule the rest when I go in on Tuesday, but I told him that I need at least the first week solidly set so that I can arrange for transportation. He then told me to call him today instead of trying to do it yesterday. I'm currently putting that off. I think I'm going to be relying on the American Cancer Society to get to the first appointment because it's late enough in the day that people with kids can't help out. I hesitate to ask Scott's mother because it would mean that she'd be driving home in the middle of the worst traffic. For the first couple of weeks, I'm going to be going in whenever they can fit me in. After that, the scheduler said we should be able to have a set time and keep to it for the rest of the treatment.
I called the UHS pharmacy yesterday, and they said they could transfer the prescription if the Kroger pharmacy called them. When I called the Kroger pharmacy, however, the nurse had already called in the prescription to them. The pharmacist I talked to was literally counting out my pills at that moment. I've taken two doses now. It's a little early to say if I'll get much in the way of side effects, but I think-- I hope-- I'd know by now if I were allergic to the stuff (I have allergies to a couple of other antibiotics).
Scott's parents did yard work until about 2:30. Scott's mother would have been happy to stop sooner, but she wasn't about to leave her husband out there alone. He's a little too apt to 'forget' his limitations. After they came in, they had lunch. Then Scott's father hung a mirror in Cordelia's room. Figuring out where to put that was kind of challenging because her room is kind of full. We ended up taking down a print that Cordelia doesn't like and putting one that she does like in its place. The second print is larger than the first, so we're going to have to move some other things. The print she doesn't like is by a Swedish artist name Carl Larsson and is called The Room of Mammy and the Small Girls. There's a very young girl in it who's naked (but not at all sexualized), and Cordelia finds that horribly embarrassing now that she's twelve.
We ended up going to Whole Foods to pick up dinner and some unscented shampoo and conditioner. I also found a tube of 99% aloe and got that. I'm not sure how much that last cost, but it can't have been under $10. Scott got a salad from the salad bar, and I got food from the hot bar. The hot bar had been thoroughly picked over and was in need of refreshing, but I managed to find things I was willing to eat. Cordelia got a slice of cheese pizza.
I tried some of the 99% aloe on my arm this morning, and it doesn't feel bad. I think I can handle using this if the radiology people okay it. I guess it must be the additives that make the other stuff we've got feel so horrible.
I started reading a romance novel last night, one by an author that GoodReads has been pushing at me for a while. The library didn't have the specific books GoodReads suggested, so I tried one of the four they did have more or less at random. I think I will try a different book by this author because it wasn't the writing that put me off. It was the fact that I realized that I wasn't going to cheer for the romance because I thought the character was better off single. This was a Regency. She was a thirty-something widow with loads of money. I wanted to see her in a loving relationship, but I didn't particularly want to see her marry. This is the first book in a series about wealthy widows finding second husbands, and I can't read them.
I called the UHS pharmacy yesterday, and they said they could transfer the prescription if the Kroger pharmacy called them. When I called the Kroger pharmacy, however, the nurse had already called in the prescription to them. The pharmacist I talked to was literally counting out my pills at that moment. I've taken two doses now. It's a little early to say if I'll get much in the way of side effects, but I think-- I hope-- I'd know by now if I were allergic to the stuff (I have allergies to a couple of other antibiotics).
Scott's parents did yard work until about 2:30. Scott's mother would have been happy to stop sooner, but she wasn't about to leave her husband out there alone. He's a little too apt to 'forget' his limitations. After they came in, they had lunch. Then Scott's father hung a mirror in Cordelia's room. Figuring out where to put that was kind of challenging because her room is kind of full. We ended up taking down a print that Cordelia doesn't like and putting one that she does like in its place. The second print is larger than the first, so we're going to have to move some other things. The print she doesn't like is by a Swedish artist name Carl Larsson and is called The Room of Mammy and the Small Girls. There's a very young girl in it who's naked (but not at all sexualized), and Cordelia finds that horribly embarrassing now that she's twelve.
We ended up going to Whole Foods to pick up dinner and some unscented shampoo and conditioner. I also found a tube of 99% aloe and got that. I'm not sure how much that last cost, but it can't have been under $10. Scott got a salad from the salad bar, and I got food from the hot bar. The hot bar had been thoroughly picked over and was in need of refreshing, but I managed to find things I was willing to eat. Cordelia got a slice of cheese pizza.
I tried some of the 99% aloe on my arm this morning, and it doesn't feel bad. I think I can handle using this if the radiology people okay it. I guess it must be the additives that make the other stuff we've got feel so horrible.
I started reading a romance novel last night, one by an author that GoodReads has been pushing at me for a while. The library didn't have the specific books GoodReads suggested, so I tried one of the four they did have more or less at random. I think I will try a different book by this author because it wasn't the writing that put me off. It was the fact that I realized that I wasn't going to cheer for the romance because I thought the character was better off single. This was a Regency. She was a thirty-something widow with loads of money. I wanted to see her in a loving relationship, but I didn't particularly want to see her marry. This is the first book in a series about wealthy widows finding second husbands, and I can't read them.
