In the past 14 days, I've had blood drawn in the same arm, 14 times. I'm smiling today, because my arm is getting to rest for a week. This morning, I got to take my time knowing my doorbell would not ring at 9 am. My nurse doesn't need for me to be showered and chatty. But having her on the calendar has given me a schedule and a reason to get up. I get up, do some kind of excessive, shower, eat and drink and answer the door. Being in this study for the drug Nuelasta has given me a "job". Yep. I have chores. I have to take my temp twice daily and give some blood. Does that make me feel important? No. But it gets my drug paid for, when insurance won't. ($25,000 or more for my 4 shots) And it does give me some bonus attention, since my lab work is being carefully reviewed. I'm good with that.
One other perk about having home visits, is the silly thought of a nosy neighbor watching. I secretly hope there's a "Mrs. Kravitz" who is coming up with some outrageous story about why a woman rings my bell each day. And I'm sure Mrs. K's imagination goes wild when she sees the man in the white truck, waiting on Sunday mornings for Augusta to hand over the brown box. Actually the box just holds the blood work that gets shipped to the lab. Augusta has to use a courier to ship on Sundays. Wow, that does make me feel important!
So, I doubt I have any nosy neighbors and there will be nothing to watch for a over a week. Maybe I should come up with something entertaining, just in case someone's watching!
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!