The funny part is while I am recovering in my room, flat on my back for a minimum of 2-4 hours, a physical therapist came to visit. Now, you have to know that I am a walker. I am seen in the hallways walking fast, walking often. Everyone knows this. Everyone except the physical therapy department. They brought me a walker. Although I said I didn't need to use it, she said I had to keep it close and in my room. My microtel room. I sent her and her walker away by telling her I am on bed rest today. (Not a lie exactly, but maybe a bit of overkill.) Seriously, if you are not going to listen to me, we are going to have problems. I am mostly a good patient, but I will not be steam rolled.
Ok, then I was seen by the doctor. I need to be timing these. I think he was here 45 seconds. That means there is nothing to discuss; a very good sign. I did find out he is flying Delta to Dubai, Saudi Arabia the end of the month. Maybe John will fly him there. Hey JB: watch for him!
Dave dropped by for a visit. It was nice having company, and the staff kept the distractions to a minimum.
Everything is going well so far. No adverse side effects. My methotrexate chemo is done and I am taking something to start flushing it out of my system. I cannot be discharged until it is clear, and it should be Sunday.
Next chemo is Cytarabine every 12 hours which takes 2 hours to infuse. In addition I am on prednisone every 12 hours at 3 am and 3 pm. I am also on my second dose of Lasix. That means a potty break every 30 minutes for about 3 hours. The up side is no puffy feet.
The worst thing is eye drops 4 times a day. I never liked my eyes bring messed with. I feel like Rachael on Friends every time I see my nurse grab the bottle.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=S48UgJ4xe7M
All in all, it's been a pretty nice day.
I can't wait to get home and throw the frisbee for Dex. But not like this. Throw away from obstacles.
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