It's a chemo week

On Monday, February 24th, I will head over to the local hospital to get stabbed for some lab work.  Hopefully, they are skilled enough to use the port because my arm isn't looking pretty.  And if they have to use my arm, they are absolutely not allowed to use tape of any kind.  

Tuesday, we will head to Durango for a follow up with the oncologist and then 3-hour infusion of poison.  I better get my postcrossing address and cards ready and then pack my bag.  Honestly, I've only used stuff from my bag once.  I think I had some pecans.  But you never know, so I'm prepared.  Extra snacks, ginger ale, extra pair of clothes, puke bags, the essentials.  

How was the week after Infusion 2?  Well, I gave you some symptoms that I had in that first couple of days after chemo.  But then the neuropathy and meth sores kicked in.  The neuropathy was probably the worst as it is extremely painful.  I mean I could barely play Toon Blast. Also, doing dishes is out of the question.  Murray said I would probably milk that for eternity.  And now it is peeling in all the locations of where I had redness.  Luckily the meth sores did not itch or anything else.  They are just there.

Surprisingly, I reacted to where the IV was placed during the port surgery.  Most likely from the tape even though I had a bracelet saying TAPE/GLUE ALLERGY.  Luckily, it has not itched either but
is a blemish I hope goes away.  

Probably my biggest gripe is that I can't get warm.  At the Park House, I was bundled up in long johns, shirt, fleece, and puffy, and had the heat around 72 degrees.  One of my employees stopped by and I was bundled up in my SAR puffy because it is just the right amount.  He asked why I was so bundled, and I said I was freezing.  He then took off his glove and checked my forehead for a fever.  Nope, I don't have one...I check my temp about 10 times a day.  Then a maintenance employee came to fix our toilet and asked if our furnace was working.  He thought since I was bundled up that it was not.  

But of course, during the night, I am so fricking hot that I throw all the covers off of me.  Murray woke up once and wondered why he had so many blankets on him.  And then after throwing them off, about 10 minutes later I am freezing.  This shit is so fun.  

I am looking so forward to this next round and seeing what new and exciting side effects I will have to endure.  Positive note:  This is 3 of 4!

Until next time....