Today was a long, long, long. My OTR friends will understand when I say 7 evals, 3 treatments, 45 minutes of travel, one day. And I still don't feel so great, so it's not like I'm brimming with energy. In fact, I'm still sucking down Zofran like candy.
Tomorrow? Another long, long day. And I have to be done by a certain time to see Dr. Mind. I refuse to compromise that. For any reason whatsoever.
At least I'm not at the hospital with a tupperware container of poop right now. So it beats yesterday. Ick.
I sent my nephew/niece it's first present today: stuff to help mommy quit throwing up. My poor sister has hit heavy morning sickness at the worst possible time of the year for her job. And she has 3 more weeks before work lets up.
So far no patch reactions. So I am probably safe. Thank God. And that's the real reason I wrote.