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Today I feel like I'm living the hokey pokey. I'm not sure why, but it's just what I thought of.
I think it's the up and down, pass it around. Oh wait--that's another song. I'm getting my songs mixed up. Chemo-brain, I tell you.
My white blood cell counts go up and down, all around. And I am left to wait. Until blood results come back. Wait until the oncologist decides if I should go ahead with the chemo for the day. Wait for the chemo to be mixed. Then wait for the shot. That's my life these days--the pokey (shot) in the hokey (the hospital).
Then come home, load up on anti-nausea drugs, nap, and watch Gilmore Girls reruns.
In the news: my blood work reveals that my liver is functioning high (does that mean overachieving? or working too hard?), which means no tylenol or herbal supplements, which is a slight problem with the cramps and headaches I've been getting with my chemo. Heated corn bags are awesome, and they keep me warm, but it's not the same. And because of kidney problems when I was first admitted to the hospital in November means no more Advil for the whole rest of my mortal life. So if you have any ideas about how to survive, just send them my way. And a crazy rash on my trunk, which is most assuredly NOT shingles (like one nurse who hadn't even seen me was sure I had). Thank goodness for the small things, right?
Shake it all around--that's what it's all about!