Forgot one!

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

Zarxio

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…

with a retractable needle

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.”

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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