Grab that executive function when it makes an appearance, I say.
You have to ride that wave of executive function as far as it will take you. Pro tip: don't sit down. Sitting down derails the whole thing.
Aw Tim, that's rough. I'm sorry you guys are navigating this.
He went to the ER yesterday for 2 bags of fluids after he blacked out briefly in the hallway to the bathroom at 3 am Saturday night. That was exciting. I woke up to a loud ker-thud, immediately thought "WTF did the cat just knock over," rolled over in bed, realized Tim was not in bed and quickly put 2 and 2 together. As he explained later, "I started seeing spots and thought I should lean against the door frame [editor's note: not a solid, closed door; the door FRAME. but in his defense, it was 3 am and his BP was probably like 20/4], and then I was on the ground." So as near as he can tell, he blacked out for maybe a few seconds. By the time I got to him, he was conscious, just fuzzy.
Sunday morning he called the cancer center's on-call weekend line, and they were like, yeah, please get your ass to the ER. And the ER doctor concluded it was just dehydration. This is after he got a bag of fluids on Friday. (Looks like he should have gotten 2 bags.) After the ER gave him 2 bags of fluids and all his tests came back fine, his BP was in the triple digits and they cut him loose. He really needs a better system for staying hydrated.
Scary stuff! Staying hydrated is easier said than done.
ION, I can't fucking believe that Bari Weiss is now in charge of CBS news.
Walter Cronkite is rolling over in his grave.
I think that's him typing his commentary from wherever he is.
ION, I can't fucking believe that Bari Weiss is now in charge of CBS news.
It's honestly so embarrassing. I'm relieved I don't have to go to work there anymore!
This is week 5 of cancer treatment, and today is chemo day. Tim checked in with his chemo oncologist about his stupid low BP and trip to the ER for fluids, and the conclusion was "My friend, you need a LOT more salt in your diet!" So electrolytes aren't cutting it. Time to hit up Tractor Supply and get the man a salt lick.
The radiation techs told Tim that radiation to the head and neck is honestly the roughest radiation for a cancer patient BUT despite that, he's doing really well in terms of side effects this far into treatment (in that he's still eating solid foods and doesn't have a PEG tube and the pain in his throat is minimal). But the radiation oncologist did emphasize that the side effects will probably be worse after the treatment is over, just because it's a cumulative effect.
Unrelated to cancer but related to medicine (smooth transition there), after 8 weeks on Zepbound, I am down 11-12 pounds depending on whether the scale is a liar. The side effects are pretty well under control, so everything seems to be going according to plan.
My hip feels okay enough that I may hop back on the exercise bike today just to see how it feels.
Today is a day for celebration! Happiest of happy birthday wishes to JenP! I hope you are being spoiled today and that the year to come is filled with all the things you love.
It is great to hear that Tim is doing well with his treatment, and an end is in sight. Mmmm, salt! Also, good news on the Zepbound progress.
My hip PT has made a world of difference. The past few months, I've even been able to sleep on that side again. It is pretty much pain-free unless I poke at it too hard, so I avoid doing that. The only lock up I had was after staying seated in a plane for several hours, then in the car for a couple more. I should know better by now and get up and move around more often.
Next week I am going to acupuncture for the knee pain. It would be beneficial to be able to walk distances again. In my PT routines, there are a bunch where my weight is all on one leg. I can balance myself on one leg indefinitely, but only for a few seconds on the bad knee side. If acupuncture can relieve the pain, I can more easily do all the PT to strengthen the muscles around the knee.
Bodies, man.
Happy Birthday, JenP!
Bodies, man.
Seriously. I want to speak to the manager.
Happy Birthday JenP!
Over the weekend I went to the wedding of one of my pseudo nephews, which was lakeside at a park with the reception at a pavillion afterwards. The ceremony was delayed 30 minutes for the flower girl's arrival, which worked out perfectly for the timing of the sunset. (Less so for the cloud of stealth mosquitoes—I thought I'd escaped them, only to discover my arms covered with bites this morning that didn't show up yesterday.) I sacrificed a plastic salad bowl as my price to escape just as the Medieval dance music was starting up.
You didn’t stay for Medieval dancing? Or are sacrificial bowls involved in Medieval dancing?
