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January 15, 2008

some days...

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It has been some time since I have posted. I have been feeling very fatigued. I had one cycle of chemo off because my feet got so bad with foot syndrome. I was on the couch for 2 weeks! So needless to say it felt good to be off for 2 weeks. My feet did heal and I am now back on Xloda-my first week- and I can tell that my feet are going to start acting up again…and I have been so fatigued! URG!

Anyhow, last week I went to see another Dr. for a consutation, and what a day I had. First the girl at the office gave me the wrong directions (I should have googled it). When I finally figured out I was at least 8-10 miles out of my way I stopped and called the office. Another girl at the office said to me, “no you should have turned right not left”...bla bla bla. So, I turned around-was already 15 minutes late. I finally found the place and I again follow the girl at the office’s advice as to where to park—(it was at a pretty big hospital campus). Ok, so I go where she tells me to go and what is there you ask—- A construction crew tearing up the parking lot where I am instructed to park….soooo I find a different way in—I am in a hurry—I asked 3 people—(and miles later) how to get to his office before I finally get to it. I then finally see the Dr. Im not too impressed with his attitude. The nurse gives me all kinds of papers etc. (which I do not need—I am already there I know what they do etc.). I am so pooped out by this time, I am happy that it is time to go! So I start to leave and now I wonder ‘how in the heck I got here and where the heck did I park’, where did I finally come in etc?? I am a wreak, and I have to go potty. I see a bathroom, I go in and as I am finishing up I am thinking of where I am, how to get out of here, I have 5 lbs. of paperwork the nurse gave me and my keys are in my hand and I am trying to wash my hands…well ok I am all done and ready to go. So I walk a couple hundred miles until I finally see a door that looked familure so I go out to find my car…I walk, and walk and look and look…I finally find the construction crew so I am trying to back track where I went from there…20 minutes later I find my car! Oh the relief…I want to just GO HOME! I drive home, I am finally starting to relax, and I pull into our garage, turn off the car and give a sigh of relief and go to grab my purse and NO PURSE! OMG! I left my purse somewhere! I am in a panic! I go in the house and call the Dr. off and she informs me that yes, someone found my purse IN THE BATHROOM where I left it and that she figured out it was mine because of a pill bottle inside it with my name, but she didn’t find any wallet. I am in another panic! So I get back in my car and drive back to the place (30 mintutes) paying close attention to where I am going even though I am so scared that my wallet is in someone else hands! I get to the office, the nurse gives me my purse, I open my secret pocket and thank God everything is there! I am so relieved and so tired. I drive home; I go in the house and I ‘thank God’ that I am home (and with my purse). My husband comes in about 20 minutes later from work, I am still sitting in the chair—he looks at me and asked me how my day was…..