|Scott & I|
Unfortunately feeling better has nothing to do with my oncologist appointment I had this morning, but everything to do with my ER visit last night. I hadn't kept food down in days and was starting to not hold fluids down either, Saturday night I spent on the bathroom floor throwing up stomach acid........Scott was pretty persistent to take me to the ER but I refused (did I mention I am super stubborn?). Then when Sunday rolled around and it continued it was easier to persuade me.........Scott wanted me to go in before he got off work so he wouldn't have to go back after he got off. So I caved, called Kerri, and to the ER we went.
So I am on pain medication to help with the intense, sharp, crazy pain in my stomach (that is still continuing today). I went to my oncologist, was in tears telling him about the pain.........and was told to call if it didn't get better and was sent on my way. Well fuck, couldn't you have told me that on the phone and I could have slept in past 7:45am?! But on the plus side I felt well enough today to eat 2 decent meals, go to a movie with Scott and even brave the craziness that is Target this close to Christmas. Victory is mine! Though probably not for long because as I write my intense pain is coming back....and I already took my pain pill.
But for now I feel half-ass normal so I will take what I can get. I took another shower today, that is 3 in a row, doing pretty good here. And let me tell you that I have the chub-rub from hell. If you read that and have no idea what I am talking about, then you have thighs that have that empty space in-between them......I don't. So when I wear my oh-so-sexy-cancer moo-moo's (yep, that is plural) my thighs rub together--so it is great that I can get out of bed, but my thighs pay the price....
Scott and I have conversations about what would happen if zombies attack and we both agreed he would have to put me down because (even when healthy) I am not the outdoorsy survivor-type and I would hold him back. He told me that if there was an attack by zombies he wouldn't eat me because he wouldn't want "catch" my cancer. Instead he would just put me down, then eat our basset hound Lucy.........
|yep, he would eat that pretty face|
I am waiting for the day that I wake up and don't have to take medication to make my body move. I am looking forward to the days where I get to hug all the people who have been sending me love, support, positive thoughts, prayers, and everything else in their bag of tricks!!! When I can have a normal week of work, a date night with my hubby, friends, and get to be around babies and mamma's again!!! Normalcy will trickle back into my life in bits and pieces, I can't wait until the puzzle comes together!
|I miss births SO much! Great new family!!!|
My stomach is starting to hurt like hell, but I am not running to the toilet so the day ends well in my book. Oh, and I bought new pants today! Don't get too excited..............they were XL mens sweatpants............goodbye chub-rub (and any possible style), hello comfy.