Nicole's Notes

The only remaining side effects I have from the last set of treatments are a drippy nose and exhaustion. I've been going to bed at like 7:30pm and waking up tired. Granted, it could have something to do with a certain kitty cat waking me up at 5:30 to walk her downstairs to her food dish (which is full, I think she just likes the company). She did the whole sleeping on my shoulder and rib cage last night again, and I learned a valuable lesson: always keep your blankets pulled up to your neck, otherwise itty bitty kitty claws will embed themselves in your shoulder, making it hard to sleep.

We have a cleaning lady who comes every two weeks to help me keep up with the house and this week she not only tossed a load of sheets in the wash for me, but she also cleaned out the kitty litter. Some people are so darn nice.

Speaking of nice, Jason's cousin Andrew came over and shovelled for me the other day. He left a message on the machine while I was at work telling me to call him if I needed the driveway shovelled. I called him to say that there didn't seem to be much snow on it so he didn't need to come and he revealed that he'd already been there (which was why there was so little snow on it). Oops.

New wig still hasn't arrived. I'm beginning to wonder if it will. Hmm. If it doesn't, of course, I'll be able to get my money back through Visa at the very least. In the meantime, I'm kinda liking the scarves. Not itchy and they keep my head warm. Which is a good thing in this weather.

My sister sent me a book and a magazine of puzzles. I'll have to take them to chemo with me next week so I have something to do for the hours I'm there. It's her birthday tomorrow so everyone can wish Stephie a happy birthday.

I'm really kind of dreading the next chemo regimen. I don't want to have the horrible side effects again. I don't want to have to miss work and then spend time when I return reassembling everything from the chaos. Hopefully this new schedule will mean fewer side effects because I'm getting treatment in one lump sum. Hopefully it won't mean that I'm consistently feeling squicky (technical term).

Tomorrow I go for my annual eye exam. With luck, the opthamologist will say I can wear my beloved contacts again. Regardless, I'll be able to get my glasses' prescription updated, and if I'm not allowed to wear contacts I'll invest in a pair of prescription sunglasses. The winter sun is at a blinding angle in the mornings when I'm on my way to work. Other than that excursion, I think I'll hibernate this weekend.