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I'm off the drugs
Well, tomorrow will be one week since my last of the prescription drugs, and the last Tylenol I had was on Tuesday. I think I'm finally free of these damned things.
It's worth noting that these bottles aren't all empty, but this doesn't include the ones given to me in the hospital, the various stomach things I had to take so that the steroids didn't hurt me, and the various bottles of Tylenol that I lost from being such a basket case (Everyone, especially Angie, has been so patient with me with the mood swings, the memory holes, etc. Thank-you so much!) Based on this, I'm assuming that the count probably evens out. I totalled the number of pills in these bottles: 1333.
I've heard that there's an org, "Doctors Without Borders" to which I can donate the ones that I will definitely not need again, like the steroids and such. I'll hunt them down soon.
Next update: Tuesday. I get to see the surgeon again and my movement restrictions are expected to be lifted. That means the only other visit is to the oncologist who *still* after 5 months can't manage to schedule an appointment with me. They're the ones who finally phoned a week ago to schedule one. I wanted to check with my surgeon on something, and when I went to phone them back, their call display number isn't valid. They were supposed to phone me back anyway, but I also asked my surgeon's practice coordinator to arrange it for me. Still nothing. *sigh* I'm going to take the opportunity at the hospital to go talk to them in person to see if I can get things moving. We're still at the stage where noone expects anything, but they want the tests to make sure that's actually the case.
Still, I'm excited to be this far. It's nice to finally feel like I'm thinking somewhat more clearly now.
It's worth noting that these bottles aren't all empty, but this doesn't include the ones given to me in the hospital, the various stomach things I had to take so that the steroids didn't hurt me, and the various bottles of Tylenol that I lost from being such a basket case (Everyone, especially Angie, has been so patient with me with the mood swings, the memory holes, etc. Thank-you so much!) Based on this, I'm assuming that the count probably evens out. I totalled the number of pills in these bottles: 1333.
I've heard that there's an org, "Doctors Without Borders" to which I can donate the ones that I will definitely not need again, like the steroids and such. I'll hunt them down soon.
Next update: Tuesday. I get to see the surgeon again and my movement restrictions are expected to be lifted. That means the only other visit is to the oncologist who *still* after 5 months can't manage to schedule an appointment with me. They're the ones who finally phoned a week ago to schedule one. I wanted to check with my surgeon on something, and when I went to phone them back, their call display number isn't valid. They were supposed to phone me back anyway, but I also asked my surgeon's practice coordinator to arrange it for me. Still nothing. *sigh* I'm going to take the opportunity at the hospital to go talk to them in person to see if I can get things moving. We're still at the stage where noone expects anything, but they want the tests to make sure that's actually the case.
Still, I'm excited to be this far. It's nice to finally feel like I'm thinking somewhat more clearly now.
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Je croix que je n'ai pas ton numero de telephone. Envoi-le moi, stp? jbailey@raspberryginger.com
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Quick - go get 4 more!
Glad to see you back.
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