Just got back from Chemofication Part 2. Had raging panic attacks in the waiting room but my blood counts were up and I was ready to rumble. They used the portacath, which was very easy to use, and I can hear my veins thanking me already. Peep…peeep…See that is them honouring my concern over their wellbeing.
Must keep this short, as I am feeling pretty out of it. Ativan is my friend. It went ok today. I had to wait longer in the waiting room which got me all twitchy and then I started out alone in the chemo room but about 30 minutes into my treatment we got company-2 chatty ladies. So I was a little more anxious then but did ok. I am still here typing so obviously nothing bad happened. Just brain antics. Freaky deaky mind farts. The usual.
The Mom Poo will be returning later bearing pillows and gifts of nutritious food. Have even eaten a few crackers hoping if I keep my tum full it will feel better after opposed to the empty, cracked douche bag it became last time with me eating nothing for 6 days.
OK! Nothing is making much sense. My tortoise like reaction to everything around me is thwarting any attempt at cleverness. I should lie down and stay down.
I am fine, I am 1/3 of the way through my appointments, and I have a very concerned cat that is watching me like a hawk. Time for bed.
Will post more when I can. Thanks for all the positive vibes and well wishes.