So yesterday turned out to really suck.
I was scheduled to meet with my oncologist at 1:00 to discuss the schedule for treatment. This wasn’t a conversation I was very excited about. We had talked about starting chemo a month or so after surgery. Weirdly, it’s already two weeks after surgery now (!), and I can do the math! Before chemo begins, I need to have another port put in. Oh boy.
I woke up feeling not quite right, however. And by noon, when it was time to think about heading out to the appointment, I felt really crappy. I called the office.
“Daniel.. hi” Daniel is my first name. Ezra is my middle. I’ve been Ezra since I was about 2. Dianne calls me Daniel just because she likes to.
“I have some brand new very acute pain at specific spot on my pereneal incision, a swollen gland in the groin, and a fever of 102. I assume the doc will want me on antibiotics. You suppose we could call that in, and I could come visit you another day?”
“Ah. I’ll check with the Doctor P.”
I knew that there was no way I was going to get away with it. Thought it was worth a try, though. I was feeling so crappy that I wasn’t even able to get all that excited about the mailman showing up with my new camera (!!!!). I’d had chills for the last several hours, and just wanted to get under the covers with the dog and warm up.
No such luck.
“Daniel? The doctor says that he absolutely needs to see you.. and he called the surgeon, who wants to see you as well.. at 1:00, could you just come here first, and then plan to go there?” It was 12:30 at this point. So that’s how our day in taxi cabs began.. fast breaking.
To shorten a long story, I went to see and was examined by both docs. Both agreed that I probably had some sort of infection and that I should be on meds. The surgeon, however, wanted a CTscan, just to be sure that there wasn’t some sort of serious abscess that would need to be drained (this, he explained, would mean being re-admitted to the hospital, put on IV antibiotics, and stuck with a big needle. I’ll pass). So, off we went again, in our third cab of the day, to east river medical center for a scan where we waited for two hours (an hour to get insurance authorization, and then an hour to drink up the contrast solution), and finally by 5:00 we were in cab #4 headed back home.
The result? A course of antibiotics. Can’t help but feel that the 4 cabs were unnecessary. Can’t help feeling a little miffed that instead of being snuggled in bed, I had spent the day sitting! Sitting is not my best sport at the moment.
Better luck today.