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the_rckScott discovered yesterday that he had never canceled the vacation day he scheduled for today when we were still planning to go to UCon. That means he’s home today and was able to drive me to both of my appointments. That helped considerably.
Yesterday’s radiation appointment went pretty quickly. I had to see a doctor (not my usual one) after, and the nurse/technician/whatever who is handling the research study I’ve been doing asked if she could take 'after' pictures of my breast. I didn’t object. I don’t see any risk that they’re going to do anything with the pictures but the promised research. I really, really doubt that there’s a big market for nude pictures of irradiated, post-lumpectomy breasts. I’m sure there’s someone into that, but I can’t imagine that the demand is that big.
The survey this week was much longer. Most of it made sense, but there were some how-was-our-customer-service questions at the end. I really had no idea what to say about whether or not I’d 'choose to come back to this clinic again.' That made it sound like the whole thing was something like a cafe where I might decide to eat lunch as opposed to a place giving me potentially life saving treatment that I can’t do without. I wouldn’t choose to go back. I would if I needed to, but I wouldn’t choose to if I didn’t need to.
The resident I saw said that he could tell that I’m keeping everything clean and that I should keep that up. He gave me a prescription for Norco (hydrocodone) since the pain is both not affected by ordinary Tylenol and considerably worse than in weeks past.
Somebody came in with printouts about three appointments they’ve scheduled for me over the course of the next year— one in early December, one in early March, and one in mid-November. They were a little concerned that I didn’t yet have an appointment with a medical oncologist. As it turns out, the mystery call from Wednesday was someone trying to set that up, so, later on, I tried calling her a third time and actually got her. My appointment is set for 4 December. She was a little surprised that I didn’t have a particular oncologist in mind. Apparently this is something a lot of people research heavily.
I didn’t take an Ativan last night. I thought that I’d be find since I was taking hydrocodone and since Scott was going to be with me for all of my appointments. Unfortunately, I woke with a headache. I got rid of that for a while, but it became a full blown migraine while I was at my radiation appointment today. I took an Amerge as soon as we got home, but I’m not sure it’s doing any good. I’m also downing water pretty rapidly. Lying down for a nap is tempting, but I think I’d be up every ten minutes to pee, so that doesn’t seem like a great idea.
When I got to my appointment today, they told me that, since I only have one treatment left after today, they could get me in tomorrow morning at 9:00 for that last treatment. I said yes to that. I’m not looking forward to getting up as early as I will need to (I need to wash the antibiotic cream off around 5:00. I can go back to bed after that if I’m able to sleep again, but I’m not sure that I won’t be too stressed and awake for that).
They want me to come back Wednesday morning so they can look at my skin. I have an appointment on 10 December for that, too. I don’t even know.
Okay, I think I’m going to shut down my laptop so that Scott can replace my battery. I think I really do need to lie down, and I might as well let him work on the laptop while I’m doing that.
Yesterday’s radiation appointment went pretty quickly. I had to see a doctor (not my usual one) after, and the nurse/technician/whatever who is handling the research study I’ve been doing asked if she could take 'after' pictures of my breast. I didn’t object. I don’t see any risk that they’re going to do anything with the pictures but the promised research. I really, really doubt that there’s a big market for nude pictures of irradiated, post-lumpectomy breasts. I’m sure there’s someone into that, but I can’t imagine that the demand is that big.
The survey this week was much longer. Most of it made sense, but there were some how-was-our-customer-service questions at the end. I really had no idea what to say about whether or not I’d 'choose to come back to this clinic again.' That made it sound like the whole thing was something like a cafe where I might decide to eat lunch as opposed to a place giving me potentially life saving treatment that I can’t do without. I wouldn’t choose to go back. I would if I needed to, but I wouldn’t choose to if I didn’t need to.
The resident I saw said that he could tell that I’m keeping everything clean and that I should keep that up. He gave me a prescription for Norco (hydrocodone) since the pain is both not affected by ordinary Tylenol and considerably worse than in weeks past.
Somebody came in with printouts about three appointments they’ve scheduled for me over the course of the next year— one in early December, one in early March, and one in mid-November. They were a little concerned that I didn’t yet have an appointment with a medical oncologist. As it turns out, the mystery call from Wednesday was someone trying to set that up, so, later on, I tried calling her a third time and actually got her. My appointment is set for 4 December. She was a little surprised that I didn’t have a particular oncologist in mind. Apparently this is something a lot of people research heavily.
I didn’t take an Ativan last night. I thought that I’d be find since I was taking hydrocodone and since Scott was going to be with me for all of my appointments. Unfortunately, I woke with a headache. I got rid of that for a while, but it became a full blown migraine while I was at my radiation appointment today. I took an Amerge as soon as we got home, but I’m not sure it’s doing any good. I’m also downing water pretty rapidly. Lying down for a nap is tempting, but I think I’d be up every ten minutes to pee, so that doesn’t seem like a great idea.
When I got to my appointment today, they told me that, since I only have one treatment left after today, they could get me in tomorrow morning at 9:00 for that last treatment. I said yes to that. I’m not looking forward to getting up as early as I will need to (I need to wash the antibiotic cream off around 5:00. I can go back to bed after that if I’m able to sleep again, but I’m not sure that I won’t be too stressed and awake for that).
They want me to come back Wednesday morning so they can look at my skin. I have an appointment on 10 December for that, too. I don’t even know.
Okay, I think I’m going to shut down my laptop so that Scott can replace my battery. I think I really do need to lie down, and I might as well let him work on the laptop while I’m doing that.
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