Mar 2, 2012 07:40 AM, edited Mar 2, 2012 08:05 AM by dogeyed
JEANIE, the Lyrica is a cousin to the Neurontin, so could be it won't work for you, but at least for me I didn't have all this awful stomach upset and this goof-up in my thinking that Neurontin gave me. But Lyrica DID make me sleepy for a few days and then I built up tolerance. I went to my cancer clinic yesterday and I forgot to ask them about that sore spot I got, too, right in the middle of where my boob used to be, that I mentioned before might be like yours. SIGH. But doc said that area was recovering fine. Now, this is unlikely, but Jeanie, one of the girls in another forum I've been visiting for many months, she's had to have several surgeries, and one was to straighten out infected sutures!?? I wonder if a scan would find something like that, or maybe they can tell infection from simply bloodwork? Anyhow, you can ask your doc.
THIS ONE IS FOR FUZZY and FOR SHEILA:
As for WHERE IS FUZZY WUZZY, she disappears from time to time, as do I. I just wish I lived near her so I could hang out in her kitchen and she in mine, and our dogs would have play dates. OHHHHH FUZZY, let me share something with you. I know you've come on here and cursed your workplace a few times. My first and last jobs were at the newspaper office, worked as writer and editor most of my life, but one time I had this petty job with a bunch of clique-ish high schoolish brats, and I'm minding my own business, and another girl who was half my age interrupted me whilst I was talking to a customer on the phone (it was a call place), and she loudly told me twice to just hang up on the customer. I finished the call LIKE I WAS TRAINED TO DO, and quietly told her never to do that again, to stay away from me. WELLLLL, you'd have thought I just sank the Titantic, becuz HER supervisor came over to me and chewed me out. I went to her desk as soon as I had a break, and apologized for whatever I had done, I briefly explained why I told that girl to stay away from me, and asked did that sup have anything she was holding back about me. No, she said. WRONG.
A week or so later, I get called into a room with all the people above me EXCEPT MY OWN SUPERVISOR who liked me fine, and anyhow, they started pulling out papers about stuff against me, minor crap, and how I'd been unkind to another employee. Believe me, if I had been unkind, EVERYONE in the place would have known about it. But it was in a quiet but firm tone I went over and privately told her with, and when the sup above my sup heard me say about how that stoopid girl had told me to hang up on the customer, her eyes grew so wide I thought they'd fall out onto the table. SHE knew the rules. So, I SHOULD have taken that as a signal I was saved, and used her to plead my case, but instead I went with hurt feelings and like an IDIOT I told them to all shove it up their asses (but it did feel good). Luckily my old newspaper pals took me back, and it was after that that I had to quit working because my back got so much worse.
I jus don't like to see my fellow cancer sisters cry. So, Fuzzy, this hug is for you {{{{{FUZZZZZZY}}}}}} and so is this:
BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK, come on show us what you're worth, give it to them OH OH OH !!!! GG
Diagnosis: 2/14/2011, IDC, 5cm, Grade 3, 2/11 nodes, ER+
