Woke up sneezing at around 3:30 a.m. and I knew it wasn’t allergies…I have a kid cold. I have been drinking my OJ and am at present having fresh chicken and veggie broth with pastina, but right now I feel like Typhoid Mary. And I miss being able to take my extra C or add a lil’ packet of Emergen-C to my juice.
So I am very snotful indeed.
Today, once again, radiation was slammed and I had to hang out extra when all I wanted to do was curl up somewhere and blow my nose. Not that I have that luxury because I don’t have sick or vacation days at current job (along with no benefits) – my health insurance I pay for personally as an individual. Trust me, when you are trying to go through something like radiation treatment, you miss having sick days saved up – and that is the irony of it all – all those years I never even came close to using all my sick days….
I wonder when I can re-up my annual flu shot? My bet is like everything else, not until after radiation is complete.
My car repair was an annoying added expense in addition, today. $293 – not nearly as bad as it could be, but ouch nevertheless.
The bright spot today was my partial puppy escort to rads. See the photo and yes ooooh and ahhh because baby is THAT cute. The other photo is of the jackass du jour who mistook the hospital garage for a NASCAR track. Also worth noting in the garage today? The special place in hell that must be reserved for people NOT going to radiation parking in the parking spaces reserved for us rads kids.
One sad thing was a lady I see every day. An older lady who is always cheery. She is a bit newer to the exclusive club that is radiation. Today she said she was a little down. It breaks my heart, but we as women can’t go there. I do believe God does not give us more than we can handle and we have to believe in ourselves in addition. Sitting here with a kid cold and feeling crappy this is hard to say, but I have to. I have to believe. After all, it’s gotten me this far.
Faith is a funny creature. But I am happy to have her on my team.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.