I actually slept for five hours straight last night! That may not seem like such a wonderful thing to many of you, but ever since I first began treatment back in May of last year I've been lucky to sleep for two hours at a time. The usual pattern is sleep a couple of hours, wake up, stay awake unable to go back to sleep for about an hour, then sleep another two hours or so. I guess I could ask the doc to prescribe something but would rather just try to work around the erratic sleep pattern and continue to pace myself to keep from getting tired and worn out during the day.
Anyway, once I woke up this morning, I got up and let the dogs out and in then went back to sleep. The facial flushing from yesterday has pretty much gone away, leaving me with nothing more than a slighly rosy complexion- a lot better than the deathly pallor I had on Wednesday after the infusion session! When I woke up again, my pump was showing "High P" which usually means one of the clamps has closed up. As it turns out, the clamps were all open but I had rolled over onto one and forced it almost shut. Once I untangled myself from the tubing it began pumping normally again. Don't know how long it had been closed, but it had slowed the process down some. It finally went down to the "1" and started flashing, signalling that it's time to unhook. It's really handy that the clinic has a program to train a family member in unhooking the pump, and it's great also that Mr. G. was willing to take the training. But as he pointed out to me, he'd worked at a veterinary clinic when he was a teenager and assisted in all kinds of things including spaying and euthanasia procedures. To be perfectly honest I think he could have picked different procedures to mention if he really wanted me to feel better about the whole thing! But anyway, putting thoughts of euthanasia out of my mind ( he still does need me to do some stuff, remember ) I watched him get unhooking kit ready as I sucked on a peppermint, and then we began the process. First he removed the battery from the pump, then closed the clamp on the lower tubing unscrewed the lower tubing from the cap at the end of the short tubing still attached to the port. After putting on the gloves included in the kit, he wiped off the cap with an alcohol swab, checked the first syringe, filled with a saline flush, for air bubbles, screwed the syringe to the cap and pumped in the saline. Then he repeated the procedure with the heparin syringe. I suck on a peppermint during this part because it seems to help cover the smell and prevent the weird metallic taste I get in my mouth. The heparin prevents clots from forming in the catheter that runs from the port into your vein. Then he closed the clamp on the short tubing, removed the syringe, and began to remove the clear dressing over the port. Once that was off , he pulled the needle out, swabbed the needle site and we were good to go. No blood was spilled and I survived! We both survived, actually!
For some reason, the fatigue is worse after the unhook than at any other time, and after eating breakfast I stayed up long enough to snap a few photos of the huge flock of blackbirds that flew in and settled in the front yard before they took off together in an enormous black cloud that cast an ominous shadow as they flew away. I love to watch them come in then all rise up as one and fly off again.
Remember the pasta I cooked last night? I dreamed that Hillary Clinton came to our house, got some out of the fridge, heated it in the microwave and was sitting at the table eating it. I told her she shouldn't have heated it in the microwave because it dried out the pasta and made it rubbery, but she said it tasted fine to her. That was it- no idea why she was in the kitchen or what she'd come for. I can only assume she read my blog today and decided she had to try that pasta! Oh, those drug induced dreams! One of the perks of chemotherapy, I'm sure.
By the time I got up all the bird feeders were empty and the sun was about to set- the usual time for the birds' last feeding frenzy of the day. Mr. G, bless his heart, volunteered to go outside and fill the feeders. As I watched him through the windows and saw the trouble he was having trying to figure out how to open up the feeders to fill them, then fit himself under the low tree branches, I figured he may not volunteer for that job again!
And that was my lazy day. Thank goodness Hillary Clinton left enough pasta for our supper, because left-overs were the order of the day, I'm afraid. I'm hoping my energy level will be back to normal tomorrow because I really don't want to eat leftovers again!