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Jun. 6th, 2013 04:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichTired.
That seems to be my state for the last week/week & a half. I've been sleeping a lot, aching a lot, and full of laziness. Fighting against that to get things done during the day is as wearying as trying to swim against a full current. (I almost spelled that 'currant'... that wouldn't have been much to swim against, would it?)
Nonetheless, things got done. And are getting done, although I am typing here when I should be working on June's Letter of Intent to post to OSCAR. But along with other things nagging at me (laundry, shopping, vacuuming the floor!), my empty journal has been on my mind. So I thought I'd post something albeit nothing truly interesting is coming up for writing about.
I had a CAT scan on Monday. It'll be the end of next week before I learn the results. In between now and then, Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Whatever-Category-it-is-now Andrea is due to hit our locale. If it holds true to the speed it has been travelling, it will hit on the same day as our Kingdom's University event, which is in our local area. Weather in this corner of Virginia is odd. The Chesapeake Bay and the tidewater area we are in combine to affect the weather in small pockets, if you will, so that one place can be experiencing torrential rain and wind while another place just a couple of miles away will be dry and everyone can stand outside and watch the clouds race past. So there is no telling whether or not the storm will truly interfere with the event site. More worrying would be traveller's reactions to the storm. It would be ironic if the only people able to travel to the event in safety were the locals.
I did not react well to my CT scan. It was emotionally-based, I am sure, not some physical reaction. I was fine getting ready for it - even managed to figure out a trick to help me keep the second dose of contrast where it belonged and to overcome the nasty barium-aftertaste - but once I was done with it and had enjoyed my indulgent breakfast (I treat myself to one after each CT), I was mind-numbed and exhausted. I came home and ignored the beautiful sunny day to go to bed, where I slept for ten solid hours. Then woke up long enough to watch evening TV with my husband for a couple of hours, with my hands empty instead of working on a project, and back to bed I went for another night of sleep. That is when I dreamed (dreaming is rare for me) that I had developed new lesions and had to tell my family that I wasn't going to continue therapy any longer since the Gleevec was ineffective...
I don't like that. And I'm not sure what is developing there, in my wee brain, to cause the negative reaction. I feel as though I should do some soul-searching and figure it out, though, as I am concerned that it may grow worse or more strange as time goes on. The reality is that I will never be free of CT scans. Those will be a part of the rest of my life so I'd best put my finger on what is causing the odd reaction and deal with it.
Oops. I hear Bossman stirring and putting clothes on. He's up early! But I guess I should take that as a signal to get myself to bed.
That seems to be my state for the last week/week & a half. I've been sleeping a lot, aching a lot, and full of laziness. Fighting against that to get things done during the day is as wearying as trying to swim against a full current. (I almost spelled that 'currant'... that wouldn't have been much to swim against, would it?)
Nonetheless, things got done. And are getting done, although I am typing here when I should be working on June's Letter of Intent to post to OSCAR. But along with other things nagging at me (laundry, shopping, vacuuming the floor!), my empty journal has been on my mind. So I thought I'd post something albeit nothing truly interesting is coming up for writing about.
I had a CAT scan on Monday. It'll be the end of next week before I learn the results. In between now and then, Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Whatever-Category-it-is-now Andrea is due to hit our locale. If it holds true to the speed it has been travelling, it will hit on the same day as our Kingdom's University event, which is in our local area. Weather in this corner of Virginia is odd. The Chesapeake Bay and the tidewater area we are in combine to affect the weather in small pockets, if you will, so that one place can be experiencing torrential rain and wind while another place just a couple of miles away will be dry and everyone can stand outside and watch the clouds race past. So there is no telling whether or not the storm will truly interfere with the event site. More worrying would be traveller's reactions to the storm. It would be ironic if the only people able to travel to the event in safety were the locals.
I did not react well to my CT scan. It was emotionally-based, I am sure, not some physical reaction. I was fine getting ready for it - even managed to figure out a trick to help me keep the second dose of contrast where it belonged and to overcome the nasty barium-aftertaste - but once I was done with it and had enjoyed my indulgent breakfast (I treat myself to one after each CT), I was mind-numbed and exhausted. I came home and ignored the beautiful sunny day to go to bed, where I slept for ten solid hours. Then woke up long enough to watch evening TV with my husband for a couple of hours, with my hands empty instead of working on a project, and back to bed I went for another night of sleep. That is when I dreamed (dreaming is rare for me) that I had developed new lesions and had to tell my family that I wasn't going to continue therapy any longer since the Gleevec was ineffective...
I don't like that. And I'm not sure what is developing there, in my wee brain, to cause the negative reaction. I feel as though I should do some soul-searching and figure it out, though, as I am concerned that it may grow worse or more strange as time goes on. The reality is that I will never be free of CT scans. Those will be a part of the rest of my life so I'd best put my finger on what is causing the odd reaction and deal with it.
Oops. I hear Bossman stirring and putting clothes on. He's up early! But I guess I should take that as a signal to get myself to bed.
