Injection

Sunday was a hard day. The patch was wearing off and the nausea started coming back. I am not sure the second patch has helped. I went to school Monday and I was miserable. I was very tired and so very nauseated.
I originally thought I would be having my right hip replaced this summer, but God had another challenge for me. So, while I was in with the oncologist she said that my risk of infection would be low this week if I needed an injection it would be good to get it this week. So I was very fortunate to get an 8:30 appointment today. Anyway that is what I thought when I got the appointment.
When I got to my appointment they told me I needed x-rays, so I went to x-ray and waited my turn. Then back over to orthopedics to wait. By the time I get called it is after 9:00 because Ellen is on. Then I get to wait in the room. I am seeing the PA so I am sad I don't get to see the dr. Oh, but to my surprise she has followed all my surgery and pops into see me. It was good to see her. It seems with the blood thinner for the port that I am taking it causes a risk of bleeding. The dr calls the surgeon who put me on the blood thinner and determines a blood test to see how I am clotting can solve the dilemma and quick as a wink I am off to the lab. I went to lab and you guessed it waited my turn, then back to orthopedics. It is after 10 because the View is on. I am now waiting my turn and waiting on the lab results. Finally the View is going off and I go back to find out if I can get the injection. I can. Yeah, but not til 12. So I head for home and 30 minutes horizontal time.
Now I am back at registration, where there is no air I am so sorry for the people in there, and I go to the x-ray area at the hospital to all together now - wait my turn. Finally I get the injection and head for home. I get settled and the dog wants out!
Ken told me he thinks my hair is growing back. I try looking in the sink mirror, but can't really tell so I sit at my makeup table and the mirror on the wall is also to far away. I pick up a hand mirror and I am looking and I am getting quite impressed my hair must be at least an inch long. Then Ken reminds me that the mirror I am holding is 10x magnification! Gotta love the man that keeps me grounded!
I am truly blessed. I got a precious letter from my granddaughter. Thank you all for the cards, calls, and the dinner Debbie and Nick. I have faith that this week will get easier with each day. September will be a cooler month and the new chemo will be easier on my body. I am thankful each day - some more than others!