One Week Down

Yesterday C2 and I made a marathon run to Cleveland and back for tests and appointments. I've been able to report no new symptoms, no surprising problems, no increase in old symptoms, other than a bad adhesive tape reaction over my port.

The one thing that came back from blood tests that we'll have to watch is hemoglobin levels; I've dropped from 10 last week to 9.5 this week. I'll be reading up more on side effects from the mystery drug, and will give a precis here.

I saw Dr. G for a fleeting moment - he was out last week and the first day back was overbooked (his usual approach is that of a whirlwind, anyway, so big surprise). He signed the FMLA paperwork for Saint H so that days off can be garnered as needed; we sat down last night to make sure we could decipher the handwriting. Certainly Dr. G passes the "if it's illegible he must be a doctor" test!

Most of the time with nurses Shari, Vicki and Lisa was spent laughing. If Vicki had any doubts that I'm crazy, I'm sure those have been dispelled. Shari has known for a looooooong time!

My laptop is giving me fits; I'm doing what I can when I can, and hope that a new AC adapter will take care of the problem. Grrr.