Pudgy Sausage Fingers

Today was Therapy Day 2. It went much faster than yesterday, as I'd kept my IV in tact overnight and Shirley could run the drips faster, it not being my first day. I still opted for a PICC line to avoid so many pokes, so tomorrow I go first thing very early to the hospital to get that inserted before going in for treatment.

Today I walked into the office much more confidently. I sat down right next to someone, a nice elderly woman named Helen. We didn't talk too much, but it is nice to be sitting next to someone friendly. An hour or so into my drips, a young man walked in, looking to be about my age and sat down in the chair on my other side. His name was Joe, and we exchanged basic pleasantries and book titles - he was reading A Picture of Dorian Gray, which he absolutely loved and I wished that I was on my high literature kick instead of the lighter fare I'd brought for the lack of focus I experience in that room. But soon enough our respective Benadryl drips kicked in and it was most definitely nap time. It was somehow comforting - less lonely? - to not be the only patient in the room under 50.

Afterwards, Mom and I stopped so I could get Milkshake #1: Amaretto Chocolate Chunk. It was very good. I took an afternoon nap today and when I woke up, my fingers felt swollen, like I'd been hiking. (Steroids make you retain fluids, and I'm going through lots of fluids these days). So for now my fingers remind me of sausages, and my wrists are a little achy, too. But, no nausea, and with my two naps, I had energy enough to do haircuts with my friend Kristi. I'll try to put up pictures tomorrow. Just a warning: I look really cute with really short hair.

Also: today I managed to sneeze and to cough without very much pain. I might leave my girdle at home tomorrow.