One Malady at a Time

This week finds us dealing with yet another malady.

I had been waking up with a deep cough and decided to go to the local clinic last Friday. As luck would have it, the physician in charge was one of my nurse practitioner friends, Allie. She checked me out thoroughly and determined that I was going to live. She told me to get Claratin and things would dry up. It is not quite all the way clear yet, but it is improving.

I have added Milk Thistle to the mix, taking three pills each evening after dinner.

I have just had my third session of chemo and still have Bob with me. Bob is annoying. I have too many things to carry in my pocket as it is.

This time round, I have lost much of my voice, do not have much appetite (although, I did manage to handle some Halong Bay food for dinner this evening.) And I am really tired.

My voice must be really bad. The research manager who claims to have good hearing has a lot of trouble interpreting what I am saying. For example, if I say, "I am going to the rest room," she will say "you're arresting who?" If I say, "I am going to sleep," she will ask my why I am going to sweep. It goes on and on.

The  chemo and Bob have delayed further progress in putting my neck and back in place after the car accident. We will get back on track tomorrow after I get rid of Bob.

So, you can see that apart from a bad throat, no voice, a little nausea, some neuropathy, a bad back and sore neck, things are pretty good.In fact, once I get rid of Bob, none of those things will matter.