21 April 2024
I have no idea what happened yesterday but it was like I ran into a brick wall. John brought over BOGO from HoneyBaked Ham and after we ate, we were sitting around talking (actually, he was sitting, I was folding clothes) and I started to feel badly. The neuropathy in my hands and feet started to ache and something made me nauseous. I told John I was going to lie down. He’s good about taking a hint. I hate I did that to him but it couldn’t be helped. I stayed in bed pretty much the rest of the day. I didn’t even get to FaceTime with Jimmie.
Today I feel a little better but not to the extent I have in the last few days. I did get 8 hours of sleep. I decided to try to walk a little this morning but realized when I started out I wasn’t going very far. I did manage to walk the equivalent of “around the block” but headed back to the house after that. My ankles are still very sore. The one thing I did notice that a neighbor had crashed his truck or either someone ran into him. There was a lot of front end damage to his new pickup.
I also realized that I’m not scheduled for Herceptin treatments. This happens periodically. They schedule me for a bunch and then I don’t realize they haven’t continued scheduling them for me even though I put them on my calendar. Monday I need to call and see if they can schedule me some more appointments. I probably need to see how many they do and put a reminder on my calendar to call them again and schedule.
My main concern is they will not be able to work me in on Tuesday which will throw off my May trip schedule. I’ve tried to schedule the trip around the Herceptin treatments so there is enough time to get over the effects of the treatment before I go on the trip.
I need to pick up a prescription today. It seems that’s a very frequent occurrence. At least the pharmacists know me by sight now. I’ll also probably stop and pick up some groceries.
Every day, when I go through my daily routines, I feel older. I remember what it was like when my grandparents got to the point that simple things because difficult. Just as an example, when making the bed this morning, I picked up a pillow and my arthritis in my hands let me know I did it wrong. How have I gotten to the point that I can pick up a pillow incorrectly? I’ve also learned I cannot turn around too quickly unless I want to lose my balance. Bending over to pick something up off the floor is like doing a complicated yoga exercise. I’ve learned not to try to throw something in a garbage can from a distance. Instead, I walk over to it, get dead center and drop the item close to the lip. I guess the good news is I can still move pillows and still pick things up off the floor.
Stay tuned for more aches and pains.
