Hospitals and Shopping
That's my life.
Brent's step-mom, a nurse practitioner, was here helping out, and she insisted that I not spend all my time in bed, but that I keep myself busy, moving around, staying as active as possible. In her world, that means shopping. I bought six pairs of shoes this week. And various other items of clothing, but as usual, I keep gravitating towards the shoes. Plus I did some online shopping, ordering myself some pajamas and other comfy clothes for the next few months of my life. Also, there is a t-shirt that says "Sarcasm: It beats killing people," because that's funny.
In the past week, I've met with my oncologist Tuesday, had an MRI yesterday on my brain (which is "normal," according to medical science), and met with my surgeon today. He surprised me with a "you are scheduled for surgery tomorrow" letter, which means that I will report to the hospital at 1pm tomorrow afternoon, at which point they will knock me out, cut little holes in my side, drain out the fluid, put in a camera to look around, biopsy everything they find, and put in medicine to keep the fluid from coming back a third time. The pressure from the fluid collapsing my lung is really painful, so I'm looking forward to that part. And to the nice long nap. However, he said I'll probably be in the hospital for 5 days to a week, which sucks. The hospital is boring. I'm taking a better book this time, though. Our book club is reading "Nicholas Nickleby," and I'm just not getting into it. It requires more concentration than I can muster. So I think I'll skip book club this month. I don't like Dickens anyway.
And now, I must finish lesson plans. Then I can turn my job over to other people to worry about.
Brent's step-mom, a nurse practitioner, was here helping out, and she insisted that I not spend all my time in bed, but that I keep myself busy, moving around, staying as active as possible. In her world, that means shopping. I bought six pairs of shoes this week. And various other items of clothing, but as usual, I keep gravitating towards the shoes. Plus I did some online shopping, ordering myself some pajamas and other comfy clothes for the next few months of my life. Also, there is a t-shirt that says "Sarcasm: It beats killing people," because that's funny.
In the past week, I've met with my oncologist Tuesday, had an MRI yesterday on my brain (which is "normal," according to medical science), and met with my surgeon today. He surprised me with a "you are scheduled for surgery tomorrow" letter, which means that I will report to the hospital at 1pm tomorrow afternoon, at which point they will knock me out, cut little holes in my side, drain out the fluid, put in a camera to look around, biopsy everything they find, and put in medicine to keep the fluid from coming back a third time. The pressure from the fluid collapsing my lung is really painful, so I'm looking forward to that part. And to the nice long nap. However, he said I'll probably be in the hospital for 5 days to a week, which sucks. The hospital is boring. I'm taking a better book this time, though. Our book club is reading "Nicholas Nickleby," and I'm just not getting into it. It requires more concentration than I can muster. So I think I'll skip book club this month. I don't like Dickens anyway.
And now, I must finish lesson plans. Then I can turn my job over to other people to worry about.
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