8-1-13
Devoted most of Tuesday and yesterday to making certain we were here to accept the FedEx delivery of my second batch of revlimid pills. Finally, yesterday afternoon I drove to the pharmacy to get them, FedEx arrived late last evening - we refused that delivery.
So, back on the regimen starting last evening at dinner. I am up to 8 pills daily (13 the day I take the five steroids) with the one for nausea unnecessary and the vicodin when I feel the need. I may have to get a larger compartmentalized dispenser for a weekly program.
Feet better, no less tired, and rib causing the discomfort. When I showed Mary Ann and Karen the movement that caused pain, Karen suggested and Mary Ann agreed, "why don't you quit testing that movement to see if it gets better sooner?" I started to ask if that was medical advice but remembered once showing a neighbor doctor a movement that irritated a sore shoulder and she said "so quit the movement" and, even though she is a highly regarded dermatologist, seems to be that still qualifies as medical advice - I didn't question the ladies here.
I did slip out yesterday for a haircut, which, considering the cancer diagnosis, having the hair to cut is a plus. At least I think it is, but I have a good friend "twin" in Arizona who hasn't needed a hair cut for years; he has always said he was born first that fateful day years ago and God gave him a perfect head, had to cover mine with hair. No one seems to argue with him when he says it!
Talk to you later.
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