Since I am whining, I realized that I forgot a med or two yesterday. The Acyclovir is twice a day, but two capsules in the evening isn’t all that bad. What I forgot to mention is the not so friendly
which was my challenge with TSA when I flew to LA. Three more doses remaining. In the fridge and the directions are correct – it is much less uncomfortable if I remember to give it 30 minutes to room temperature before sticking myself. I suppose I should just be grateful that it is subcutaneous. It is not like any of us at this age have a lack of a fat layer just hanging out below the skin and waiting…
The engineering has improved so much, the needle automatically retracts at the end which I think is really cool. Not to mention decreasing the chances of needle sticks on everyone’s part. Still an occupational hazard for medicine/nursing – but short of emergencies, you have to really try or be clumsy unlike the 70s when I trained.
The injectable is a neutrophil booster (they get whacked off along with the rest the fast growing cells from the chemo) in an attempt to decrease my infection susceptibility. Since I really would like to continue avoiding docs, nurses, clinics, hospitals or ERs between sessions, I decided it would be worth the six days of needles.
Other than that – it is a fine day to clean and organize – or so I keep telling myself. Of course, it is all interlocking. The garage, the studio, the bedroom. This lifetime? Perhaps not but I am making an effort. By the end of the evening, my side of the closet, dresser etc are all under control.
Now there is just the small matter of the detritus on the bed and floor. There is actually some time criticalness to this all since I think the washing and machine and dryer are getting pulled on Monday prior to more [de]construction.
Oh – and if you want a bit of fun – go here to Short Fiction Breaks. Brad has had his first “break.”