Last night I felt like I would never be able to write a cheerful post again. Luckily, I felt better in the morning, and yesterday was just foreshadowing the rough days I will be facing ahead. The sun is shining, (I wish it was rain, however) and I am awake, feeling better and drinking my morning shake, with little pain.
Every morning I go to radiation and they ask how I am doing and I say, "fine". Yesterday, I told them I had a little pain in my throat, and they said, "I'm sure that's from us." Very nice of them to take the blame. What is funny about this bit of pain is that it feels like one of the lymph nodes under my jaw is very sore. Just one, on one side. However, as the day went on, my body didn't want to chew and swallow past that pain. So, by the end of the night I was feeling very sorry for myself, thinking here, a week and a half into treatment, one small spot of pain, and I'm complaining already. So, I went rather into a blue funk for awhile, and went to bed. So, it was very nice to wake up this morning, feeling as well as I did yesterday. The sore spot isn't gone, but it is doable.
Plus, Jim is back home again, and that always makes me feel better. And, I can whine all over him if I want to.
I had a big day yesterday and really enjoyed it. I did a few things around the house, like sort all the clutter off the bathroom counter, and wash the rugs. Just putting a few things away, those things that hang around the house that no one every seems to put away except me and helping with supper, (which Lynette made all by herself, with only advice for guidance) and having company felt good. Actually, all I did for supper was rinse the cucumbers badly, and they were still too salty.
I'm starting to comb long hairs out of my head, so a few are starting to let loose.
Other things are normal around here, Jim and my mom put up 30 bags of corn last night, and the dishwasher we ordered is in. I hope Jim can find time to put it in this weekend. We haven't had a dishwasher for months. I didn't really miss it, but I'm not the one doing dishes just now.
Jim is taking a piece of equipment we've rented back to Lincoln today. He's pulling off the job he's been working on so far away, until after corn harvest. That job has been plagued with breakdowns and other complications, (partly mine), and it will be nice for him to be here through most of my treatment days.
One of the fun things of writing down all the stuff that has been happening to me, is writing down some particularly strange things that go on. I have been getting some sores along my incision site that have been really worrisome to me. We have discovered however, that the stitches are working therr way out from underneath and causing sores as they come out. Well, and good, we watch for those and catch them before they cause big problems. Now, however, the stitches seem to be all out and now HAIRS are working themselves out from underneath and making sores. They didn't shave my head, and I don't really know if they cut the hair short in the incision area or just cut through the whole thing, but at any rate, there are hairs that got trapped under the skin and are working their way out now. Lynette went over the whole area the other night pulling them out,(they aren't attached) and no more sores. Sorry, people, for those who aren't into the nitty gritty medical side, this might be a bit yuck. It's nice to have a daughter neat handed and careful and WILLING to keep me healthy. (Jim was gone.)
I weighed Thurs, three pounds up. YAY, now to keep it there or gain some more, and I will see the doctor, or rather his nurse practioner to discuss first line of pain killing options.