Ahhhhhhhh! I can finally kiss my dog! And let the cat sleep on my bed. Poor befuddled but tolerant dears thought I was mad at them and was withholding affection and attention because they had been bad animals. They relaxed a bit when I could sing and dance for them and show my teeth in a big smile but still, they knew things were different and they just politely didn’t push. I know they could smell the difference in my body chemistry. They really hated it when I sang off-key or lost the rhythm in a twirling step. These guys want The Sound of Music, I swear! So they’re probably glad we’re back to holding hands instead of my bad cabaret. Much more “normal” and boy, good thing we don’t have neighbors with binoculars!
Background: My husband has been very protective of me and wouldn’t let me touch the animals and of course he’s right: they are grungy critters, just ’cause they are critters and free to be in the fields. And chemo does kill off the immune system so one must watch out for infections.
I had my blood work done yesterday, after a horrific week of radiation.
No, the radiation treatment wasn’t horrific, the way the program is run is horrific, along the lines of herding mindless cattle through a long process of hurry up and wait.
My thoughts on yesterday are summed up best by “Nurse Ratchet, grab me one more time and someone’s going down!” I have put the program on notice that they must behave in a more business-like manner or they will be dealing further with my ideas of how the program should be run. I can see the straight jackets coming out already. On the other hand maybe they’ll hire me as customer service admin to organize a smooth running system that makes sense? Nawwwwww. But back in the day, the squeeky wheel often got hired just to keep them quiet (sneer). So what are the chances of my medical team reading this blog, let’s see….
So what happened after my radiation treatment? They stuck me with a needle and drew my blood. That ought to tell me something about the power of the medical profession, right?
OK, back to my favorite thing: Kissing!!!! My blood work indicates that chemotherapy has not left me totally open to infections. In fact everything is in the normal range except that the white cells are down just a tiny bit. I am free to smooch. How cool is that???? So, look out! Anyone I love could be next! Good thing most of you are miles away and quite safe or you would all be kissed, each and every one!
So now finally, after two weeks, I get to really return to my home and that home is in the loving arms and paws of my family.