Fun at Publix

Developments on many fronts.

First, my blood tests showed significant improvement yesterday. White blood cells were up and other measures were decent. The doctor seemed happy.

My blood pressure was excellent  116/73, a number that I have not seen in a long time.

It is a good thing that they check my blood pressure before they prick my finger for my blood work because the bandaid that they used after the needle prick was a Snoopy Christmas bandaid. I was so excited that I am sure my blood pressure rose significantly.

I got my every third week infusion of Avastin. Even though the center was so full that I had trouble finding a chair, it went very quickly, much better than three weeks ago. Why this is particularly noteworthy is that, being old and forgetful, I arrived 90 minutes before my appointment time. I signed in as Al Exion and suddenly realized that I was early, but they took me anyway.

The research manager has determined that my mouth sores/dryness is in part due to the fact that I had not been taking my lypo-spheric vitamin C. She also claims that it has stopped my snoring.

My neuropathy is significant. I actually suspect that it may be a mild case of hand/foot syndrome, but it is so mild that I do not think about it. As long as I can play tennis, I will not talk about it. Ooops, I just did.

A lot of activity occurred at our local Publix store this week.

First, I was sitting in my car studying the shopping list when a woman came up to my driver's side door and her friend opened the passenger side door. I offered to drive them home, but apparently they had a white SUV also and got confused. I am glad that others are so inflicted.

A few days later, I stopped at Publix for a quick visit and as I backed out of my spot noticed that the research manager's car was right next to mine. I parked the car and went back into Publix and asked the clerk on what aisle they had wives. I found the research manager and was able to help carry out her purchases.

As we left, a man commented on what a great shirt I was wearing. That is ironic because it was one of the shirts that I wear when I get an infusion in my port. Because of the connection with the chemo infusions, I am not particularly fond of any shirt that has full buttons. I thanked him though.

That's about it for this week. Except to say that I continue to get hugs from Kim at the Hydro-colontherapy clinic. I think she is still trying to make amends for calling someone else "sweetheart." Besides that, she seems to like getting mentioned in this blog.