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Jul. 16th, 2011 03:11 amTeal gown is sewn together. Preliminary embroidery is begun - but the design isn't planned, yet, and I must stop now to think about what I want to do after I switch colors. I must contemplate.
Should others see me contemplating, they may think that all I am doing is playing a silly solitaire card game on my computer. And they'd be half-right.
Oh - and here's an amusing little story:
You remember a few weeks ago when I had written about being sick ("it feels like I have the stomach flu, all of the time, just in varying degrees of nasty") and ended up scheduling an appointment with my oncologist to get a prescription for zofran, right? I was one sick cookie for about two miserable weeks, there.
So... as I was walking down the hall behind my doctor's check-in nurse (whatever they call the woman who takes your temperature & blood pressure), I told her that I was determined to get a script for some zofran because it appeared that I was developing the nasty tummy that was the most common side effect and I never wanted to be sick like that again. And she lit up, smiling in happiness, as she told me she knew exactly what I meant, since a few weeks previously she had been ill with "the flu that's been going around the office" until one of her office-mates had her try some zofran too. "That stuff worked so well," she raved, "that I didn't have to take time off from work, which I couldn't afford, really. That zofran is wonderful!"
So.... it seems that there was an intestinal flu going around the oncology department. And some of the staff, having discovered the joys of zofran's anti-nausea effectiveness, decided to take it rather than stay at home - because bringing that sort of communicable disease into an office crammed with immune-compromised patients didn't strike them as being a bad idea!
Should I mention that I've hardly been sick at all, comparatively, after that bout of misery? The one that followed my previous visit to the office?
Should others see me contemplating, they may think that all I am doing is playing a silly solitaire card game on my computer. And they'd be half-right.
Oh - and here's an amusing little story:
You remember a few weeks ago when I had written about being sick ("it feels like I have the stomach flu, all of the time, just in varying degrees of nasty") and ended up scheduling an appointment with my oncologist to get a prescription for zofran, right? I was one sick cookie for about two miserable weeks, there.
So... as I was walking down the hall behind my doctor's check-in nurse (whatever they call the woman who takes your temperature & blood pressure), I told her that I was determined to get a script for some zofran because it appeared that I was developing the nasty tummy that was the most common side effect and I never wanted to be sick like that again. And she lit up, smiling in happiness, as she told me she knew exactly what I meant, since a few weeks previously she had been ill with "the flu that's been going around the office" until one of her office-mates had her try some zofran too. "That stuff worked so well," she raved, "that I didn't have to take time off from work, which I couldn't afford, really. That zofran is wonderful!"
So.... it seems that there was an intestinal flu going around the oncology department. And some of the staff, having discovered the joys of zofran's anti-nausea effectiveness, decided to take it rather than stay at home - because bringing that sort of communicable disease into an office crammed with immune-compromised patients didn't strike them as being a bad idea!
Should I mention that I've hardly been sick at all, comparatively, after that bout of misery? The one that followed my previous visit to the office?
