Smooch Smooch
I had a terrible nights sleep, finally asleep around 02:30. Up at 07:30.
My wheelchair crutch holders are great. I need to clean them up a bit.
At 9:30 I went out to the car and put the wheelchair in it. I sort of have a way figured out. I use the small anti tip wheels to roll on the floor of the car, so the wheelchair rolls on those tiny wheels. To get it out I just pull, and it falls on the main wheels. Not elegant, but possible for me to load myself while on one leg.
I arrived at the WCL (wound care lady) at 11:00 for a 11:30 appointment. AT 12:15 still no sign. The receptionist said she had 2 trauma emergencies, and I was 4th behind them. I was just telling Maddie about the wait, when the WCL walked past. She stopped, looked at the stump, smiled and said it looked perfect, and I could start coning this afternoon. I told her I had chemo later, so she said that she would call the prosthesis people and tell them to liaise with me and I was cleared for coning. I don't need to see here again. :-) and :-( She was nice. She said I should drop by in the new year and say "hi".
I asked her about the stitch string sticking out at the end of the scar. She said it was the main knot on each end, and to leave it alone. She said it will never pull out till all the knot inside had dissolve completely. I asked about the redness around the string, and she looked and said it was just irritation, not infection. Keep it clean and Don't mess with it.
I then drove to the local Hospice for a cheap lunch.
Then back to the chemo place. I got the wheelchair out of the car by myself. Then I was pushing myself up the long ramp to the chemo place. There were 2 white guys sitting on the wall edge of the ramp, both on their cell phones. Another white guy was sitting smoking. I pushed and struggled, slowly up the ramp past them, and they just looked at me. Then about 15 meters away was a black guy on a scooter. He stopped the scooter, and jumped over the wall and pushed me the rest of the way, then he turned, jumped the wall, and got back on his scooter and was gone. The 3 white guys were still sitting there. It would have been a good time if I was a suicide bomber to rid the world of some dick head scum.
I am starting to think about how you really don't want to mess with a guy with cancer. He may just decide the remaining few months of his life are worth taking you out. His final contribution to improve society.
It is cool having my crutches with the wheel chair.
The chemo place was very busy. The normal nurse was on leave, and a substitute nurse was there. She was doing everything right, but a bit slow. Nothing was ever in the first drawer she looked in... things like that. I sat next to a fat lady that I sat next to last time. We chatted a bit.
Before the nurse plugged me in, I grabbed crutches and went to pee, then put the crutches back in their tubes.
I got plugged in, and all was fine till the Paclitaxel. Then I passed out.
I awoke about 1 hour 30 later. The IV was out, and I was the only person left. The nurse came over and said that she still had another hour of stuff to do, and I should just take my time.
I slowly woke up, and got into the wheelchair. I really don't think I could have handled the crutches then. I stole a cookie (chocolate with chocolate chips) on the way to the toilet. I washed my face, and tried to wake up. I went back to the main room, and sat awhile, then I said "Goodbye" to the nurse.
On the way out, a female security guard stopped me, and said she would push me to the car, help with the wheelchair, then pay the parking. With her help it was easy to get the wheelchair in the car, I gave her a R20 to pay for the parking, and told her to keep the change. She brought back the card, and I drove out. Very nice of her.
I was feeling good, and not to tired. But about 5 minutes later I felt dizzy. I pulled into a small shopping center. Right in front was a handicap parking. I parked and sat back, closed my eyes, and relaxed. After awhile I felt better, and noticed I was in the parking for a pizza place. Special 2 large pizza for R110.
I cannot deny divine intervention, so I crutched in and ordered. When it was ready a guy brought them out and sat them on the front seat. I drove home.
A very long day. I see I missed 2 phone calls from my friends in Texas :-(. It must have been when I was on the Paclitaxel. Nothing short of a tactical nuke would have stirred me then.
I ate some pizza, and now (20:00) am headed for bed.
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