Nickle & Dimed
Tomorrow is chemo #11. First a consult with Dr. Schnur, and then the usual. But I'm actually looking forward to chemo. It could help things immensely about now.
Wednesday or so I got hives on my face. Thursday night, Smith, the Golden Retreiver found a dead raccoon in the culvert behind our house. Friday morning, I bathed the dog and then when out to the culvert. I planned to shovel the dead raccoon into a garbage bag and throw it out, but dead raccoon was decaying and wet. So, as Bob had suggested, I buried it in situ. And then, to keep the dogs from digging it our and rolling in eau de raccoon mort, I built a little cairn of heavy rocks.
My hives continued to get worse.
By this morning I suspected that the hives were not, in fact, hives, but poison ivy, probably from the dog sneaking down into the culvert to investigate the dead raccoon. (She has a terrible conscience, so she has been lurking around the culvert for a couple of days, I suspect making deeper and deeper forays down the culvert slope, but fully aware she was Out of The Yard and would be Bad Dogged if caught. But the weeds start pretty far before the culvert. And it has been very warm the last couple of weeks and things a leafing and budding.) So I have a pretty horendous case of poison ivy covering half my face.
And today it snowed five inches.
So I am fat, bald, swollen and housebound.
The good news? If it is poison ivy, the huge quantities of steroids I get will immediately stop the rash in its tracks. And the hormone replacement is working. So I actually feel pretty good, if itchy. And Bob went out to get dinner and has been thoughtful and huggy.