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the_rckSo, Scott and I got up at 7:00 this morning. I had a headache and was pretty unhappy, but I got myself washed, dressed, and fed. It was snowing just enough to warn of things to come when we left home. Everything was dark when we got to the clinic, so I wasn’t even sure we’d be able to get in. But the doors opened as soon as we got close.
The check in desk and computer were dark, so we wandered a little, trying to figure out where we were supposed to be. I had to turn on the light in the changing room. Scott was able to sit in the patients only waiting room with me because there weren’t any other patients there.
They took me back at 9:00 and spent the next hour trying to get me properly positioned without starting over. Really, what was needed was for me to stand up and put the plastic cup on again in order to try to get things properly centered, but they had the rest of my body positioned where they wanted it, so they kept trying to move my breast while I lay there. Not the smartest approach.
Around 10:00, they asked me to get up and go back to the waiting room so that they could treat a child who was waiting. I said yes, of course. I was particularly glad to get up because my bladder had been nagging me for quite a while by that point.
They took me back again about 10:30, and this time everything went perfectly. We were out of there by 11:00. They had me ring the bell that all patients do after their last treatment. Usually, there are a lot of people to applaud, but there were only four of us there. Still, I didn’t mind. I was just so very, very glad to be done.
Scott realized, when we got to the car, that he had forgotten to put a snow scraper in the new car. Fortunately, the snow was quite loose, and he had a spare towel in the back. From the hospital, we went to Bagel Fragel and bought sandwiches. We had a hard time reaching Cordelia to find out what she wanted because she didn’t answer her phone when we called. She finally responded to a text, and we’d guessed right— she wanted a BLT.
After lunch, I called my sister, my mother, and my father. My sister answered even though she was at work. I got my mother’s answering machine. My father answered, but I think I woke him. He sounded really out of it, and, from what he said, he’s not doing really well in terms of the skin trouble he had. Nothing’s helping that, and he suspects that the treatment he’s currently using (dermatologist recommended) is making things worse.
Then I napped for about three hours. I really, really needed that.
Scott went out for almond milk this afternoon, and he says it was not a good idea. The snow is pretty nasty— The temperature is right around freezing, just warm enough for us to get lots of ice, and they’re talking about many inches of accumulation. Scott actually had to detour on his way home because there were several cars stuck on the hill by Cordelia’s school. That is a perpetual part of bad winter weather in our neighborhood. The hill is pretty steep.
Scott’s mother has told us that we shouldn’t worry about contributing anything to Thanksgiving dinner. I find that a little strange since Scott usually makes the apple pie entirely on his own (maybe with a little help from Cordelia if she’s not too busy) and the other thing he offered was a vegetable which would have most likely involved microwaving from frozen. None of this is likely to wear me out or to make Scott unable to help me when I need it.
I have a bunch of emails to answer now. I think, though, that I’m only going to deal with the most pressing one, the one that’s about something happening tomorrow, and then leave the rest for later. Maybe I can dig up a library book that can hold my interest or something.
The check in desk and computer were dark, so we wandered a little, trying to figure out where we were supposed to be. I had to turn on the light in the changing room. Scott was able to sit in the patients only waiting room with me because there weren’t any other patients there.
They took me back at 9:00 and spent the next hour trying to get me properly positioned without starting over. Really, what was needed was for me to stand up and put the plastic cup on again in order to try to get things properly centered, but they had the rest of my body positioned where they wanted it, so they kept trying to move my breast while I lay there. Not the smartest approach.
Around 10:00, they asked me to get up and go back to the waiting room so that they could treat a child who was waiting. I said yes, of course. I was particularly glad to get up because my bladder had been nagging me for quite a while by that point.
They took me back again about 10:30, and this time everything went perfectly. We were out of there by 11:00. They had me ring the bell that all patients do after their last treatment. Usually, there are a lot of people to applaud, but there were only four of us there. Still, I didn’t mind. I was just so very, very glad to be done.
Scott realized, when we got to the car, that he had forgotten to put a snow scraper in the new car. Fortunately, the snow was quite loose, and he had a spare towel in the back. From the hospital, we went to Bagel Fragel and bought sandwiches. We had a hard time reaching Cordelia to find out what she wanted because she didn’t answer her phone when we called. She finally responded to a text, and we’d guessed right— she wanted a BLT.
After lunch, I called my sister, my mother, and my father. My sister answered even though she was at work. I got my mother’s answering machine. My father answered, but I think I woke him. He sounded really out of it, and, from what he said, he’s not doing really well in terms of the skin trouble he had. Nothing’s helping that, and he suspects that the treatment he’s currently using (dermatologist recommended) is making things worse.
Then I napped for about three hours. I really, really needed that.
Scott went out for almond milk this afternoon, and he says it was not a good idea. The snow is pretty nasty— The temperature is right around freezing, just warm enough for us to get lots of ice, and they’re talking about many inches of accumulation. Scott actually had to detour on his way home because there were several cars stuck on the hill by Cordelia’s school. That is a perpetual part of bad winter weather in our neighborhood. The hill is pretty steep.
Scott’s mother has told us that we shouldn’t worry about contributing anything to Thanksgiving dinner. I find that a little strange since Scott usually makes the apple pie entirely on his own (maybe with a little help from Cordelia if she’s not too busy) and the other thing he offered was a vegetable which would have most likely involved microwaving from frozen. None of this is likely to wear me out or to make Scott unable to help me when I need it.
I have a bunch of emails to answer now. I think, though, that I’m only going to deal with the most pressing one, the one that’s about something happening tomorrow, and then leave the rest for later. Maybe I can dig up a library book that can hold my interest or something.
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Date: 2015-11-22 03:45 am (UTC)I applaud you be doing with these treatments!
Stay safe and warm in the snow. (And generally.) You just did something really hard, and now it's time to rest and recover. *hug*
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