Here we go ... The chemo starts here

Here we go ...

First day of chemo started with the condemned man eating a hearty breakfast including 10 steroid tablets.  Couple of hours later I can't say I feel like running a marathon.  In fact after the weekend's six soccer games, I don't feel like walking to the bathroom.  No matter - here I am at Cancer Care, my right arm has been drained of blood (again - and then they act surprised that I am anemic) and I've been asked all manner of health questions.  They ask if I am thinking about harming myself (no) or anyone else.  Tricky that one - there are some people who, if I saw them crossing the road in front of me, may cause me to confuse brake and gas pedals.  But that didn't count.  Took a while to explain to the nice nurse that the reason my legs hurt like hell is not because of some weird new symptom but because I ran 12 miles or so over the weekend.
And now we (Susan's come with me for physical and moral support - she knows that all the complicated instructions they give me go in one ear and out the other.  She also has an uncanny knack of being able to remember and pronounce drug names) wait.  My prescription was not ready to pick up at our local CVS because my AARP Medicare Part D insurance policy from UnitedHealthcare doesn't cover it.  Sorry, UnitedHealthcare - didn't mean to get something you don't want to pay for.  A quick online price check reveals that 200 tablets from Canada cost about $150 so we're not exactly talking of bankrupting the company.  Did I mention that I don't intend to vote for anyone who doesn't support public healthcare?
So we're hoping to get said pills, or some equivalent, from the Cancer Care pharmacy - this is being upgraded at the mo so the pills have to come from the hospital across the road for which I'll need to wait an hour.  I wonder if I can find the Calcutta Cup to watch...  No problem - found the highlights though did they really need to put the score in the link to the video?  Sometimes I hate TV stations nearly as much as I hate health insurance companies.
It's 1 p.m. and we've been home about an hour.  I have devoured a ton of left over Chinese food from the fridge and drunk enough water to keep me going all afternoon in every sense of the phrase.  No nausea yet which is a good thing as I can't get the bloody child proof top of the pot and the child - who can get it off - won't be home from school until 6:30.  Susan's taking a nap (I thought that was my job) so I am going to sneak off downstairs and rip some more CDs.
In case you've had nothing better to do than follow this blog, you will be delighted to know that Frank the carpet layer came and fixed, for free,  the hole I'd made in the new carpet.  And while he was here he gave us a very reasonable quote for re-stretching the living room carpet (which he hadn't laid).

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  1. PamFebruary 9, 2016 at 6:13 AM

    How are feeling today ? and how come you can wolf down Chinese food when you cannot have processed meat...is this some sort of pure organic no additives of any kind Chinese food ? Good about the carpet

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