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February 25, 2004
1812 Overture
All last week my stomach was tuning up for the 1812 Overture. And practicing being tied in knots. I was running to the bathroom far too frequently for comfort. So the nurse and I decided that we'd give last week's chemo treatment a miss. I was really feeling pretty wretched. She had the doc prescribe something that's like Imodium only stronger, but it didn't seem to help. Then, suddenly, this morning I was fine. Weird.
The stupid thing is, I was going to send Jason to pick up a new prescription for even stronger drugs today. I'll just have the hospital keep it around until I'm by on Friday for the next treatment. My theory is that the pancakes I had for dinner last night (it was Pancake Tuesday after all) cured what was ailing me. Behold, the power of pancakes!
I missed work on Monday. I've got a call in to the short term disability folks to see if I can get paid for the day. They were trying to tell me I needed to resubmit a claim, but I was stubborn and insisted they already had the info, I just needed to add a day to it. The claim form has to be filled out by me, my boss and my doctor. A lot of work to go through just to get a day's pay. But dammit, I'm entitled. :)
I also worked on our taxes today. Can't find my W-2 form from work. I vaguely remember receiving it, but god only knows where I put it. I've got to do a major search of the living room and my office, to see if it was filed somewhere safe. Grrr. Not eager to make them reissue it, if they even can. Not sure what the rules are about that.
Other than the tummy troubles, I've been fine. Even noticed some stubble growing back on the top of my head. At least, I presume it's growing back. When hair falls out, it falls from the root, it doesn't just break off. Normally. But then again, when have I been normal? It's over-rated anyway. But with luck, I may be able to go scarf-less by the time it warms up outside (which is good, because I think it'd be hot).
Jason's going away this weekend on another documentary trip so I get the house to myself. Well, myself and the cat. Who was trying to help with the tummy troubles by variously sitting on me, climbing over me, sleeping on my pillow, next to me, and lying on my left foot. The right foot's the foot of the soul, the left is the foot of the kitty. Now you know. It's the new reflexology rules (OK, I made that up).
I'm sending out happy February cards, honest, I just have been lazy. I'll put them together and get them in the mail tonight, but don't expect long personal messages. You'll be lucky to get a complete address label. ;)
Only one day off work means I didn't have too much to catch up on. I'm pretty much ready to roll and the month end stuff is all done. Maybe I can take the rest of the week off? Maybe not. I kind of like having a paycheck. :)
Hope everyone else is doing good. I'm just going to spread good vibes in everyone's direction, since I have some to spare today.
Posted by Nicole at February 25, 2004 02:52 PM