June 1, 2010
Today I learned another lesson about life. When one calls the doctor and asks for ideas for treating something, if the reply includes the words, “We could try . . ” the best thing might be to do nothing at all. I got the recommended shot to attempt an intervention with extreme nausea (the strange views that are held about medical cannabis have held up a continuation of the use of the drug, so for the moment we are looking about for something else, even though the dronabinol works well.) The phenergan shot of this a.m. removed me from active life for the rest of the day; I slept and slept away the hours. When I awakened at 5:30 p.m., the nausea was indeed laid to rest, but the trade off was huge! A day gone – carried away in an unconscious state.
The illness is gaining strength inside of my blood and bone. Since there appear to be more and more of the useless “blasts”, I have less and less proper blood for functioning, and I am very fatigued and only able to eat small servings of foods at a time. My body’s metabolism is becoming more inefficient so there is a slow rate of continued weight loss.
Charles acquired a bicycle for riding to his work at Concordia, just a bit more than a mile from our home. It is black with some silver touches, and he has a very fine helmet to match. “Two weddings and a funeral” was his laconic comment as he unloaded it from the car. I suggested that perhaps he should get a nice snug black leather jacket also, but he dismissed the idea quickly with “Oh, no. . . that is for motorcyclists.” Probably anything except plaid shorts would be quite nice looking on him. Threatening weather and occasional rains kept him from trying it out today, but there is a lot of sunlight at Sanctuary and its environs during the upcoming month of June.