Boob in a sling – also to be known as “I’ve had hangovers worse than this”.

Last night I rolled on top of my port. I admit... that hurt. However, the knee jerk reaction of grabbing the area in pain hurt a lot more. Needless to say, when I woke up this morning I was NOT feeling 100%. Mom came down to bring me some toast and my drugs, and watched in amused fascination as I tried to sit up while holding my boob to avoid putting any stress on the anti-stitches. (Tape,.. glue. I’ve covered this already) In the end, I had her get a scarf and we made a makeshift sling for my boob that didn’t pull on the port site. It was actually pretty amusing to see. And no, there will be no graphic for that. Get your minds out of the gutters people.

Besides this early morning pain, the rest of the day wasn’t that bad. I think we dodged the bullet on this first go around. I was a little flushed from the steroid they gave me the day before. I was a little groggy and very lethargic,… but when am I not? In all honestly, I’ve had hangovers worse than this. (Don’t worry mom, not too many) I went in to get my final shot for the week. It is supposed to bring up my white blood cell count by stimulating bone marrow growth. They said that my bones might start to ache. It’s like having growing pains all over again. I can usually work them out of the joints, but the rest is taken care of with Tylenol. Ahh, the wonders of modern medicine.

Now, on to a new section I feel obliged to add in order to answer the various questions posed from the peanut gallery. Err…I mean the comment section.

First off, Mrs. Fitz (of the Florida Fitz’s) no need to start refereeing yet. I think just the threat of the Sicilian verbal beating will be enough to keep any wayward commenters inline. (But just in case, be on stand by.)

Mrs. Miller – you work too much and getting there earlier to read my blog does not make me feel better. However, all will be forgiven, if you should happen to bring by some of your brownies. I love your brownies. And since a certain Stefunek family out in Ohio ate the cookies that they were going to send to me, I am out of baked goods. (Afraid they were going to break in the mail. Yeah right. You just wanted them all to yourself. Just for that, I plan on baking a plate of “thank you” cookies and eating them all myself)

To the Texas contingent: You guys are great. I remember Janette telling me about you, her sisters. I was in Texas for about 6 months, 2 years ago. I was contemplating a permanent move. As soon as Janette found out she offered you guys up as my surrogate sisters. As I wasn’t sure if I would be able to make it home for major holidays, she assured me that you were just as loud, nosy, and loving as my own sisters. And now I see that she was right. I do have to point out, that as far as beating Janette to a response, she has emailed me her two comments today. I think that she may have taken the referee, no fighting on the comments site to heart. Janette – you’re invited to post again. It will give Carol more incentive to post sooner. On to final Texas questions. I have no idea of a bracelet color for non-Hodgkin. I’m not sure there is one. However, the graphics are all mine. In fact the margarita glass is the actual glass I drank from. Thanks for the compliment though.

To all who have never commented before, Sigrid, good job. I love hearing from you. (How are the twins?)

I think that’s all for that section now. I will probably add more later. I just realized that you guys have very little background as to the history of Fred, or the origins of his name. And yet in my evil and devious ways, I am going to make you wait for tomorrow’s blog for that. (HaHaHaHa – throws back her head in evil laughter - followed by a groan as she pulls on the anti stitches - followed by not throwing back her head, in a not quite as evil “TeeHee”)

Hope that this gives you your blog fix for the day. - Elizabeth