Im bitchy, I moan, I groan.....anyway.
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OMG, Traci & Rock I am about to ruin my chair after reading your posts!
Yummy Debbie! We used to pick blackberries when we were kids and we always got chiggers from them. Pretty sucky, but man those berries are good.
Haven't heard from Sue in a while either. . .
Hope everyone has no IOS today. I've got to head to the grocery to stock up for this weekend's visit to the lake. The kids are coming and bringing friends, so it takes a lot to keep them all fed. But they're a lot of fun so I don't mind.
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Rock -- that is just way too funny! May I have the link to your blog?
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My active blog is www.rockthebald.blogspot.com is about cancer and is something I started for friends and family (including two Catholic nuns and several impressionable young people) and therefore is rated G to PG in terms of posts and comments.
My other blog has lapsed since, well, you know. It was www.selfinflicted.blogspot.com. It was a blog I did with a few friends and is private to protect the names of the innocent. But I am happy to share past "classics" of my own here from time to time, i.e., the close call with nicotine patch, feminist meets mouse, going airborne, spray painting the fridge while wearing my brandnew prescription glasses (there isn't much more to that story, actually). Good times, good times.
But nothing that compares with Traci's. God, Traci. I'd love to post that to the blog...just for old times' sake.... It's genius.
Sheila: the word "chiggers" is making me homesick. And reminds me of the time I was 11 or 12 and running my Uncle Jim up to the field (I was tall, grew up on a farm). I sat on a wasp which stung me repeatedly in the hindquarters during the half mile drive to the field. I was so prudish I didn't feel I could say, "Excuse me, Uncle Jim. I have a wasp in my shorts and need to pull over and strip." I just drove and made idle chitchat about moisture content, grain market prices, etc. Little did I know that the ability to ignore pain and indignity would come in handy 20 years later!
I had some suck-like news yesterday (switching to Taxol every week because of feet issues=longer tx period), but now it doesn't seem so bad.
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Rock,
I now officially grant you an emergency superpower--that of interrupting the power of any small appliance you are touching (just in case). Also, ask for the BIG letters on the label at your pharmacy, please!!!!!
Good to see your face. What are you holding? A coffee cup? A photo? Your prescription for bacterial vaginosis? Really, really good to see your face. Nothin' wrong with your feet, but good to see your face. How ya feelin today, sista?
I'm going to Montana, taking otter's pics with me. I'll be back about three-ish your time.
Here's something my youngest used to say when he was about seven:
Love ya, hon.
Sue
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I wrote the above post before I read the whole new page you guys wrote while I was sleeping! Way to make me look like an insensitive jerk! Sorry for the longer tx period, rock. How much longer? And Sheila, what kind of world are we living in where a wound-vac is good news? I'm glad your issues seem to be resolving, if slowly. Cobbler--we had peach, with homemade vanilla ice cream. But the birds ate the rest of the fruit while I was gone, and my dh was sitting on his....hiney. (I love that word). He's a procrastinator of the highest order (supposed to HARVEST the peaches while I was gone) but I wouldn't trade him--I figure everybody has a fault or two, and he is fiercely loyal, he loves me lots, when I need him he is THERE...you get the picture. I may have a flaw or two myself, ya know?
Rock, the wasp story reminds me of the time my dh replaced the transmission in my old Toyota Celica. We lived in a big field, and he removed the trans and had it rebuilt--so while it was gone, my car was sitting in said field with a big hole where the gear shift goes. He got the trans rebuilt and back in the car, and for a couple of days I kept noticing something out of the corner of my eye when I was driving. Finally, about the third day, I was looking in just the right place to see that I had a field mouse in the car with me. Said mouse is now hungry and agitated-seeming. So I'm not your squeamish shrinking Violet, but I immediately started praying, "God, I can handle it if that mouse runs across my foot while I am driving, but please don't let him run up my pant-leg, or I will absolutely lose it..." He didn't. When I got home I left the car door open, figuring the odds of the mouse leaving or letting his family know he had found a new home with much more interesting scenery..he was gone the next morning. Adventures in living in the country.
Off to chemo this morning.
Love you all.
Sue
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Sue, I love your avatar. Sorry you gotta do chemo this morning. That sucks.
I gotta tell you, I would have wrecked the car if I saw a mouse in it with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No way I could have stayed cool. That would have freaked me out!!I hate it that you can't go back a page without losing your post. Nikki, what time do you get up anyway????
As much as I would love to take credit for the hair removal post, it's not me talking. I got that in an email and just had to share because I thought it was so funny.
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Traci
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CMH I am in Georgia,too.... Maybe we can plan a get together
Wish....you are welcome in my home anytime,too......I have a huge backyard but no pool
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F*%$!* ANTS! They are back and really pissing me off.
We usually get them in the spring for about a week or so. I buy those little traps (whose idea was it to try to make them look pretty? Doesn't work) and they are out of here. But this year, we've had mini infestations twice (note: and infestation to me is 3 or more ants. Can't stand the little f*ckers).
Yesterday, while cleaning the crumbs from the toaster (which, of course, meant I had to actually MOVE the toaster), three GARGANTUAN ants scatter like roaches in the light. I screamed like I was being attacked, dropped the toaster and ran around the kitchen like a loon. The cat looked at me like I was insane. Well, I was there for a little bit...
Marybeth (of Pinkstock fame) suggested getting this stuff from the garden store and spreading it outside around the house. I bought the stuff and a spreader (50 daggone dollars!) and the ants were gone before the spreading could commence. But now I need to go out and get that stuff on the ground so the ants can leave us the hell alone. Man! Is it always something or what?!?
Chemo, weird accidents, heat and humidity (my other bitch; its 95 in the NY today), mosquitos and chiggers, mice in places they shouldn't be and stuff like that sucks. Hats off to those of you having to deal with that crap...
Dani and Shirley, where are you guys?!?
Edited to add: I'm going away for a weekend of karate seminars tomorrow and won't have Internet access. I've not fallen off the planet, just unable to get to a computer, lol - but I'll be here in spirit. Hope there are no IOS all weekend...
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Felicia, I also have used the ant stuff around the outside of the house and it does work. (ortho max) it also helps keep other pests (fleas) away as well for 3 months. Come to think of it, it has been about 3 months since I put it around my house, I need to treat again. Thanks for the reminder.
Also about 95 with high humidity here in NC with no rain in sight.
Sheila
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Traci, I HAD to stop reading other posts. I sat here LMBO..almost ROTF...my belly was really jiggling. That was just toooo funny! Thanks for sharing. I NEEDED that! I'm going to share with other friends. Now I'll continue reading, but have to add this dog...a bit graphic...wonder if the wax was used on this poor creature.
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Traci - I was at work when I read that yesterday. That was baaaad. At least I was alone or they would have thought I had lost it (well, I did!) - ROTFLMAO with tears running down my face! I shared it with the chemo nurses today and they made a copy. And I'm with you about the mouse in the car (good for you, Sue!) - I would have totaled the car. I had my first accident at 16 because of a fly. It's better now, but not mouse-better!
Felicia - Ants definitely suck! We had them in everything one year and now I'm a paranoid freak in the summer about open boxes, bags, etc. HATE them!!
Sue - Hope your chemo went well and peach cobbler sounds delish (apparently, I haven't lost my appetite/taste buds yet...lol).
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Well, I'd like to say I haven't posted here lately because of a lack of personally experience IOS but alas, such is not the case...
First of all, let me offer a ginormous "THAT SUCKS!" to any and all who require it. My eyes started to glaze over after I read Traci's post about hair removal. Ok--not glazed over so much as teared profusely while I was convulsing with laughter and gasping for air like an asian carp startled onto the floor of a passing boat...
Please indulge me as a rant about the latest IOS:
So, some of you may have read that my cancer center is billing EACH treatment of AVASTIN (which I get every 3 weeks) to the tune of $35k. Additionally, they have sent ME a bill because they did not correctly input my insurance information during their recent computer system changeover. My plan was to speak to someone in the billing office today after receiving yet another teensly widdle pouch of the stuff that appears to be just slightly more precious than the current price of a gallon of gas. In fact, there may come a day when it proves more economical to power our vehicles with various chemotherapy and antiangiogenic agents. But, I digress...
So, I make loooooooooooong drive to the onc and arrive with 15 minutes to spare before my scheduled appointment. No problem. I approach the reception area where a very cranky and *LOUD* office "manager" is raking a reception trainee over the coals for who-knows-what. Ms. Crankypants sees me approach but neither greets me nor acknowledges my presence. Standing for several minutes while Crankypants nearly reduces poor Ms. BUTITSMYFIRSTDAY! to a puddle of tears, my mets pain ratchets up from "dang, that smarts!" to "ohmydeargodinheaven-whereisachair". Sweat beads leap to my forehead and my field of vision begins to narrow. Clearly, my brain is trying to make it easier on me by allowing me to fall unconscious, thus avoiding having to actually experience said pain. Thankfully, Ms. I'mNewToThisDepartmentButNotNewToTheFacility (otherwise known as "Lisa") sees that I'm about to kiss the floor and calls me over to her desk.
"Hi Lisa!" I beam. "I have a 10:15 with Dr...Dr.........um, Dr. T." (I had been informed via voicemail last night that my onc would not be in and a Dr. "T" ==followed by an extremely long string of consonants with narey a vowel to be found ==would be seeing me today.) For some reason, my inability to contort my oral musculature so as to approximate a reasonable pronunciation of Dr. T's surname ires Ms. Crankypants. So much so that she allows her jaw to drop (thus releasing BUTITSMYFIRSTDAY!'s forearm) long enough to snipe, "You mean Dr. TWQyeY#*$=mc squared, DON"T YOU????????" in a tone that clearly suggests she suspects I have a severe mental impairment. Thankfully, BUTITSMYFIRSTDAY! exhales at just that moment reminding Crankypants a trainee in the hand is worth two patients in the foyer. CP turns back to further demean and humiliate the poor dear I am certain never to see behind that desk again.
"So, Lisa," say I. "I have this $75k bill here from you all that should be covered by my insurance, but the insurance company you have listed here is incorrect."
"No problem!" smiles Lisa. (did YOU hear the allelujah chorus too?) "Our changeover messed up a lot of things. Here...we.................gooo.......UH OH!" Lisa's brow furrows as her eyes dart back and forth in an obvious attempt to locate a heavy object to throw at her computer monitor. Sparing you the details, suffice it to say that Michigan is TOO a state even if the computer (vehemently) disagrees....
Nurse Sue calls me back, runs through the usual questions and accesses my port. The miracle of witnessing immediate blood return lulls me into a false security that the rest of the day is going to work out just fine. Sue runs in and out of the exam room several times, then returns saying, "Dr. T-)#(YTWRHSPEOGUsmith went into the wrong room. Damnit! Let's time him and see how long it takes!" Good Lord have mercy. We're playing oncology Bingo and I forgot my visor and special marking pen...
Dr. T------omatoescanhavesalmonellabutoursareok finally appears 17 minutes after my estimate but he's so darned smiley and cute I just go with the flow. I think it's his carribbean accent. Makes me envision him sporting a headfull of dreadlocks and bouncing his head to music only he can hear as he passes me a ganga stick. He asks a few questions and palpates me here and there as the words to "I Shot the Sheriff" spring to mind. He leaves the room not so much walking as coasting much the same way Michael J. Foxx did on his hoverboard in one of the Back to the Future movies. On to the chemo room.
I find an available recliner and settle into a seat. Nurse Darlene, the vampire (her label, not mine) pops her head around the corner and introduces me to my chemo-mate, Susan. We exchange hellos and turn back to Highlights, January 1958 and the Gutenburg Bible, respectively. Another nurse passes and Susan leaps from her recliner at her like a hyena on a wounded gazelle. "Do you have anything to EAT?!?! I'm on that dexa stuff. I'm STARVINGGGGGGG!" The nurse frantically shoves her hands into her scrub pockets and tosses a pack of peanut butter and crackers past Susan, then makes a run for it as Susan scrambles. "This could be entertaining," naively thinkest I. No wronger thought has been thunk.
An hour passes without a nurse coming within a 50 yard radius of poor, dexamethasone possessed Susan and, by extension, me. Undaunted, Susan implores our neighbor to the west for a morsel or two. She is rewarded with what appear to be two lint-covered lifesavers and a listerine breath strip. I start fumbling around in my purse, hoping against all odds that I find a stray side of beef to appease my ravenous new chemo buddy. Rifling through the mishmash of receipts, nail files, handiwipes, chapstick, sewing kit, hand fans, tissues--used and "fresh", candy wrappers, appointment cards, slinky (it's fun for a girl and a boy!), pens with no caps and caps with no pens, BigFoot avoiding videographers, and a tampon so old the label is printed in sanskrit...I begin to panic. Susan is eyeing my not undernurished self and seems to be creeping closer, closer.....
Thankfully, a nurse comes by and starts my IV. "We're just waiting on your urinalysis results before we get started." I'm not sure how long that takes, but it is clearly not an hour and 43 minutes today.
Oh, glory! LUNCHTIME! Obviously, Susan is served first to prevent a hogs to the trough sort of incident. Today, instead of the usual fare, I decided to treat myself and wrote in "barbeque potato chips" on the option line of the menu. Hell, at $35k, I should be getting something, right?" But there on my tray sits plain potato chips. Such a sunny color are they that I just shrug and count myself blessed that the frito-lay truck was not late today. But...what is this? I didn't order anything hot. Hmmm.........Oh, my. I carefully lift the lid. (It always makes me feel sort of special to lift the cover from hospital food. Sort of like a princess lifting the silver dome that reveals wondrous culinary delights beneath) Is....that....ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! It's a Barbeque pork sandwich. Now, I'm not a vegetarian or anything, but pork...I just can't do that. The vampire stops by to ask me if I need anything and I politely explain to her that my write-in candidate for lunch was misinterpreted and can she please remove the dead pig carcass from my plate because it sort of makes me feel a little.....um.....woozy.
Off to my right, chicken bones and bare corn cobs are flying and Susan is making gutteral sounds as she licks her fingers. "You gonna eat that?" she barks.
"Why, no! Go ahead. I know that dexa-stuff makes you hungry." So, Susan is placated for roughly 22 seconds and I munch on my perfectly-fine-but-not-what-I-was-looking-forward-to plain potato chips.
Did I mention that dexa-Susan has made no less than 34,593 trips to the bathroom in this time? Well, she did. Must have worn her out because she falls asleep within minutes of inhaling my ex-lunch. Sunbeams stretch their fingers through the window and create a rainbow on the floor as the 30 or so inhabitants of the chemo room breathe a collective sigh of relief. No more sacrifices to the dexa god today!
Until, of course, Happy Martin the rads tech comes screaming in hollering, "Where's Susan!?" Three nurses surround him as their quivering fingers tentatively point out my neighbor. They slowly back away, but not before one of them implores, "If you're waking her up, you'd better be ready to feed her!" to which a not-so-unconscious Susan replies, "I heard that! Hey, what's that in your pocket, Martin?" Ahhhhh. Susan will be gone for a while and I can slough off the feeling that she had been visualizing me turning on a spit with an apple in my mouth as she slathers me with Open Pit barbecue sauce.
Nearly 3 hours after I first plunked my ample ass down in the chemo recliner, yet another nurse approaches and informs me that they "didn't have enough Avastin to fill out" my dose and that someone was driving to a hospital--evidently one in New Dehli, India--to get some more. Holy Crap!
to be continued. I'm pooped.
(((HUGS)))
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OMG Diane, what a day and it's not even finished! Waiting that long positively sucks! I love the way you write. . .you definitely are able to lighten up a pretty lousy situation. $35K a dose, WOW! Thank goodness for insurance (well, that is when they pay).
Felicia - I hate ants too. My daughter's fiance just bought a house and they've been fixing it up. They have big, and I mean big, black ants. These things are kind of scary. I always get those tiny ones at my house and the dh sprays something outside and they go away. If your stuff doesn't work, let me know and I'll find out what he uses.
My IOS for the day was that I went shopping at Kohl's and saw a couple of cute dresses that I thought would be perfect for my nephew's outdoor wedding at the end of August. I took them into the dressing room, slid the first one over my head, didn't like the way it looked and then began the nightmare of trying to get it off. For some reason it went on OK, but then got stuck under my shoulder blades when I tried to take it off. I was frantic to say nothing of the pain being caused by trying to get my surgical arm in a position that would allow the dress to be removed. I didn't want to rip the dress, but I also didn't want to call out for help and have to expose myself (bandaged boob and all) to some stranger. Luckily it finally came loose. . .probably because by that point I was in a panic sweat. Think I'll stick to something a little stretchier next time!
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Oh, Diane, you had me in tears...I can so SEE all the things you wrote...especially the dexa-starved woman. Did you indeed end up getting your avastin? Like, eventually?
Felicia--we do the outside stuff for ants too but I don't know what it is as the woman in this house stopped touching any KILLING chemicals when my mom got cancer--I'll ask my dh if you need to know.
Sheila-I've had the same experience at Kohl's, before any kind of surgery. I think they genetically modify their clothes so you can get them on but not off--kind of like clothes from the Hotel California, ya know? Kind of hard not to buy the dress if it won't come off?
My IOS--chemo yesterday. Today, as rock said, words that should never be said or written together--bleeding...hemorrhoids. Did I even spell that right? Followed (or preceded, hard to tell) by the infamous 7 lb. cement poop from elephant hell even though I drank lots of water and took a stool softener the night before chemo, and last night. Oh, well, one can only imagine what would have happened without the precautions, right?
Off to let the dogs out to poop, hope this is not contagious!!!!
Love,
Sue
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What a way to start the day. Diane, hilarious!!!!! With your permission, I will add this post to my book. Too freaking funny. hahahahahahahahhahahhahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cristine, this: "I had my first accident at 16 because of a fly . It's better now, but not mouse-better!" CRACKED ME UP!!
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Traci
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Diane, that was a riot. Had that been 4 months ago, I could have been the Dexa God. They feed you lunch???? We only got crackers and chips. Of course, I would bring my bag of snacks and get whatever anyone else did not finish (1/2 subway sub, french fries from the cafeteria, etc.). Everybody always offered and I never refused. Must have had that hungry look in my eyes.
Susan, sorry you are going through chemo. That sucks.
My bitch for the day. Out in waist high weeds blackberry picking and only got scratches from the thorns. Then Wednesday, I go for a walk in a the state park nearby on a wide path and come back covered in chiggers. I have about 22 in between my upper thighs and crotch area so scratching in public is not permitted. I even have one in my belly button. Usually I get them on my bra line but luckily not this time. Can't stand to have itching on the skin that has no feeling. Then why the hell does it itch when I get a mosquito bite there?
Anyway....I went for my 3rd fill today. I am up to 300cc. They still look small and I asked my PS if I was going to be back to my normal size (small C). He said "We'll do our best". So I think I am going to end up smaller which is going to look frigging ridiculous with all the weight gain. No more gaining in the boobs. So now I have to loose at least 12 lbs before surgery. And I just bought a 21 oz bag of Peanut M&M's.
Talk about a fly and an accident. When I was about 16, my girlfriend and I were driving to the beach and something flew in the car. I looked back to see what it was and it was a MONSTER FLY. It was at least 6" long and 1" wide. I told her pull over quick that thing is HUGE. We pulled over into a gas station (the old fashion kind with attendants) and jump out screaming. This young guy strolls over to see what is wrong. We tell him "there is a fly in the car" After he stared at us for awhile, he goes and gets a newspaper (after telling his buddies) and they all come out to see the women who are afraid of a fly. He gets into the back seat and sees the fly and jumps out. "holy MF! That is one big sucker" He goes back for more newspaper and after thrashing around in the back seat for about 10 minutes, he declares it dead. We want to see the body, but he says it fell down behind the seat. So we have a day at the beach and are going home and right back in front of the gas station, up crawls the fly. We pull in again and demand this time that he must produce the body. Well, after another 10 minutes of thrashing, he does produce the fly and all the attendants and customers have to come and look at it. Even squashed, it was a sight to see.
Well, I am hurting so time to pop a pill and lay down for while and scratch.
Debbie
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Okay...wth is IOS??
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LOL!!!!! Sige, I asked the same thing!!! .......................I forget what the answer was..... 0
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IOS
Incidents of suckage
I want to know what a chigger is. I don't WANT any, or any big mutant flies. We have enough nasty biting things here in AK already
Deb C
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Can't remember who came up with it, but it stands for Incident of Suckiness (I think that's right anyway). Great term, huh!!
Sue -- Those 2 words cause me to flinch even when it's not me. That is major suckiness!
Debbie -- I haven't had chiggers in years, but we used to always put clear nail polish on them. Theory was that it smothered them? I guess the chigger is still there? Can't remember all about it, but it seemed to work to stop the itching. Hope your PS gets your boobs the right size.
I didn't realize that once you get implants that's your size forever. My PS is talking about using an implant when she does my lift. Does that mean I'll have one boob that gains/loses weight (the flap one) and one that doesn't? The way my weight goes up and down that could get interesting!
Hope everyone is having a less than sucky day!
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I've got to remember to hit refresh before I start typing so I can see the latest posts.
Deb -- I think suckage is the correct term. I like it much better anyway, LOL!
Chiggers are nasty little creatures that live in the woods mostly and once they get on you they can be a little difficult to get rid of. On top of making ugly red bumps on you, their bites itch like crazy. I grew up in Kentucky but we also have them in Indiana. Maybe it's a more southern bug.
Here's a link about them if you're interested -- http://ohioline.osu.edu/hyg-fact/2000/2100.html
Now I'm itching just thinking about them!
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Sue I'm so sorry that the chemo side effects are so tough. I so admire your attitude, despite IOS.
Diane - I had steroids for my asthma years ago. After 2 days, I felt like a giant, starving vacuum cleaner, that had to move and find food ... It was scary.
Debbie - EWWWW Chiggers - I hate them - I think they're a woodland thing - I know we had them at our summer home on Lake Champlain, which sure ain't south! Clear nail polish is what my dad used to put on us, to suffocate them. Then we got scrubbed in the lake with yellow laundry soap.
Sheila - I'm scratching with you.
Well, I posted my life sucks occurrence elsewhere, but am repeating it here because I can use a little comforting:
My irradiated boob just came down with its fourth staph infection,and I'm starting to get pretty depressed about it.
I had "a touch of cellulitis" after surgery - Bactrim
Then infection from Mammosite - Clindamycin
Then abscess in mammosite/surgical site - more clindamycin. They cultured it. Staph
The hole in my boob where they took out the abscess has been healing since May, since irradiated tissue takes an incredibly long time to heal. My husband (a former Navy corpsman) packs it for me every night (ah, romance!) , and we have been talking about stopping this, as lymph drainage was becoming negligible.
This morning I woke up, boob felt like a muscle that had been working out too hard, the scar tissue around the site was hard and tender, and I was a little warm and sweaty (oh, how I wanted that to be a hot flash). Called surgeon's office, expecting to be told to watch it and call next week if it got worse.
Nope - waited for about 2 hrs to get fitted in, then clindamycin again. He said I looked a little feverish, and boob is aquiring a pinkish tinge.
Damn, I AM SO TIRED OF THIS!
I've been doing what everybody tells me to do - I want to be working on my real life - I don't want to spend months paying attention to these side effects of treating my "nothing" little tumor.
Thanks for listening to me whine. But that's what we're here for, isn't it?
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Sue that is so sucky! I hate infections.
I have always bitched about mosquitoes, but chiggers sound NASTY. I get totally wigged out by the thought of bugs that infest your body! Even the thought of lice makes me itch.
OK....here is my bitch. If you have a weak stomach, don't read any more!
I have nose bleeds every day. It is a side effect of my chemo and has become almost normal....except for when my sinuses bleed all night and drain into my throat, and then I am coughing up these huge blood-clot loogies! It makes me want to puke.The docs wonder why I can't keep my red blood counts up? Well how about the fact that I am hawking up blood clots the size of small sea creatures on a regular basis?
Sorry.....gross factor 10
Deb C
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Chiggers are one of the suckiest things about living in the southern U.S., especially if you like to do things outdoors. Where I live, you can even get chiggers walking from the back porch to the car...on the sidewalk. Chiggers are a type of tiny mite that lives in grass, brush, and wooded areas (and, apparently, on concrete). Here in the south, they are also called "red bugs" because they are bright red (if you get a look at them with a magnifying glass before you scratch them off).
When you walk through a chigger-infested area, they climb on and head for moist, constricted places. (Use your imagination.) They bite, attach briefly, and inject salivary proteins that, in some people, trigger a large, red welt and an intense (almost intolerable) itchy reaction. I've read some entomology stuff that says humans are actually an aberrant host. Chiggers really prefer to bite other things, like small mammals or maybe even lizards.
Lots of good stuff about chiggers here:
http://mdc.mo.gov/nathis/arthopo/chiggers/
http://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/IG085
http://www.dailyyonder.com/chiggers-try-wire-brush-black-decker
Pic of chigger bites, borrowed from website #2 above (sorry it's a guy, but I think y'all can get the idea):
So.... in the summer, I'm ITCHY, I moan, I groan....
otter
[Edit: Sorry, as I was cleaning up my spelling errors, two other posts appeared above mine. I'll have to get to those later.]
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Ewwwww! That makes me itch just to LOOK at it. OK, glad we don't have chiggers in AK. Also no snakes, skunks, possums, or raccoons. Of course I do routinely have brown bears in my yard, but at least you can see them coming! LOL
Deb C
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Deb, you miss all the fun with the chiggers, snakes (poison and non), skunks, possums, coons, and rabbits. We have them all in NC.
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Yeah, and sometimes there are black bears, too.
otter
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OH MY GAWD OTTER..Is that your belly?????? That is too friekin creepy! You can;t even tell which is the nipple.
We too are having a infestation of black bears in upper Wi.
Artsee
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Deb, you are so funny. I am so sorry your having such a hard time girl. You too Sue....and everybody else.....it just sucks.
I just loved seeing your other pictures Deb! I just saw that who's who thread. What fun! Harley's on there too and Felicia and....I forget now...
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If you guys haven't checked it out, it's on the moving beyond thread. It's so cool seeing everybody faces!
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I don't think that could be called a "belly". It's too thin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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