For some reason, when I think of “pain,” I sing Bowe.
But pain sucks a lot more than Bowie. These incisions are ITCHY, and it feels like I’m ripping them open when I move. After a whole weekend of this, it kinda got to me. Any stressor increases my jaw pain (TMJ), and then the headaches start. Usually, I have a mild muscle relaxer on hand for the jaw pain, but I’m out. So then it was call after call to the nurse navigator, GP’s office, oncologist. Even the hospital (someone else directed me there).
And even after all that, they didn’t give me actual pain meds, just my muscle relaxers. Tylenol has just not cut it. It even hurt to type.
Chemo hasn’t even started yet!
I’m typing this one-handed while we drive the kids to Josh’s parents for the night so they can go to school tomorrow. Josh will go with me, then, to the Mayo appointments.
Chemo still hasn’t been scheduled but apparently the folks up here have been waiting on the final word from Mayo. Kinda hoping to heal up first – one pain at a time. I moved my shots to Wednesday so I had some time to get over these damn incisions.
