How I spent my weekend -- and Bob's

Well, I spent most of Friday leaving messages for my doctor. My fever had gotten pretty high, 104.1 in the wee hours of Friday am. I left a message early for the doc like 830 am. Then it broke down to 99.7 before he called me back. Then it went back up in the high 103.2 etc. By the time they called me, (the nurse Joan) at 5:15 on Friday and she said "You are not going to like this. He wants you to go to the ER." I just pitched a fit. I told her "that was not our deal. He said he would direct admit me". And by then my fever was in the 101+ range.
She called back to say I did not have to go to the ER but I had to go to Emory's chemo center (it is open on the weekend) to get anti-biotics on both Sat and Sun at 8am.
So that is what we did. Fortunately the drugs only run an hour and a half so we were home by 11:30 each day. It still made for a long day.

I watched most of the Bama game (diaster) Sat evening and was saved by
Susan who brought over dinner and a movie. Georgia Rule was a lot heavier than I thought it was going to be for sure. On Sunday when I walked out of the hospital I felt great and thought I could go watch my team play tennis. Not a chance! I got home and crashed for about 3 hours and getting up and down the stairs was hard.

I keep forgetting that even though last week was my bad week after chemo, it takes most of this week for me to even feel like moving again. So I am still really tired, little fever etc. It will be close to the weekend before I can do much. But then it is all over!

I was really disappointed when Nurse Kathy came. She measured the wound and there was not much change in some areas. You can tell that the month before chemo it healed much faster and chemo slowed it down significantly. This week will be 2 months since I got the wound vac and I thought we'd be done by now. I do not want to be doing this in 2 more months! I'll be darned if I am going to Destin for Thanksgiving with a wound vac or a hole in my leg. It is time for this thing to get on the stick and get healed! And I want some hair back too!

So I go to the doctor Wednesday, and if I do not need fluid or blood or anything else I will be able to get the PICC line out. One more small step closer to freedom and a normal life! Patience was never my strong suite!