Went in for the blood draw today. After that we sat in the waiting room of the oncology department for an hour waiting for an advice nurse. She finally came out to tell me that the sore spot on my hand, the one with the lump in it that is where I had an IV during my last hospital stay, has phlebitis. Apparently either the push was too fast for that vein or something. Either way the vein got inflamed, which is why it’s sore. The advice nurse told me if we got to it earlier it would’ve been easier to treat. I asked her if it would go away and she said possibly/probably after a long time. Yeah?!! I’m hoping it does. I’m going to try the treatment she said it needed initially and see if, a week later, it still helps. Basically we’re talking ice and heat and tylenol. I’ve already done the tylenol. LOL We’ll see what the ice and heat do for it.
As for the blood numbers… They are down… the white blood cells and neutrophils down quite a bit. I’m not neutropenic yet (and maybe won’t be), but we won’t really be able to tell which way my numbers are going until I get the draw on Thursday. For now we are going to act as if I am neutropenic just in case they are going down. They are close enough that precautions won’t hurt. We know what to do. No fresh fruits or veggies, no people with colds or people who have been around people with colds, no dirt, and no people who have cleaned the cat box (strange I know, and we don’t really know why, but this is a biggie). Apparently being around the dogs is OK. At least that’s what they told us before. We are going with that. And really… I’m not neutropenic yet, and again, may not even get there.
It was a long Monday. Karen was/is exhausted. My honey had to get up at 5:45 this morning for a meeting and then worked non-stop, meeting after meeting, until we left for the clinic at 2:15. That all on top of not really sleeping that good. She then drove me to the clinic, waited with me for over an hour in the waiting room like the trooper she is, drove home (with a stop at the store), made dinner, and then cleaned out the fridge of fresh fruit (she is sitting in front of a bowl of watermelon trying to eat it, with Kev’s help, so we can get the fruit out of here) and then cleaned the fridge where the fruit was. I know I keep saying this… but, I love her.
The dogs just got a rare treat… a taste of watermelon. They don’t normally get people food…. other than an occasional veggie mixed in with their food, but they are always happy when they get a little treat. Like now….