It's crazy. I've got writer's block. I dread doing entries anymore. It seems like all I ever have to write about are John's health issues! I must be boring as all-get-out.
But what can I do? So here goes an attempt at an entry. First let me start with how John is doing, because I think it is important, LOL. All things considered, he is doing quite well! His blood came in yesterday, and he received two bags. His face now has it's color back, and he is rosey red! He is no longer weak. Thank God for that. Today he is at chemo and soon I am hoping he won't have to get the four bags of blood a week, because the chemo will start working.
As I dropped him off for chemo today, I was so proud of him. "He can handle it," I thought. He's a trooper.
Yesterday after getting blood the hospital told John that he was scheduled to get blood once every two weeks. This is wrong. He is supposed to get it two times a week. Ugghhhh. The hospital is already messing up. But they are insisting. So I had to call Hershey (Mitzi, Dr. Claxton's nurse). Mitzi will get back with me today. She is also getting back with me about the local oncologist. He thinks that John is supposed to get labwork twice a week, but John's supposed to get it three times a week. So they refused to do the labwork yesterday! Uggghhhh. So Mitzi will have to straighten that out too. Why are these local folks so incompetent? The nurses locally at the oncologist's office got some other things wrong also, and were mean to me, but I won't bore you all with the details.
Oh, good, I just got some mail, be right back! Hey, that's not for me, that's for John.
My cat is staring up at me! I don't know why, I don't have any food for him, LOL.
Speaking of my cat Michael, he has been going crazy the past few days. I have been packaging a few Christmas boxes to be mailed and he has been clawing the suitcases. He claws the suitcases when he is stressed out and thinks weare going to Hershey! Well, since John and I have been packaging the boxes (to mail for Christmas), he thinks we are going to Hershey, and he is panicking, poor kitty. So I tell he to go play with his "chew toy" instead. His chew toy is the handle to his box of cat litter, LOL. You see, he hates to play with cat toys, most bore him. So when he started to claw the suitcases/ furniture, etc. we told him to go chew on his "chew toy" and he came to learn what that meant, LOL. He also knows it as "handle", LOL. So today, all day he has been chewing on his "handle" aka "chew toy". That keeps me happy, LOL, as I don't want the suitcases ripped up.
Let's see what else is new. It snowed a little today.
Let's see. I just told you about John, my cat, and the weather. Ugghhhh! I had better quit while I am behind!
Love you all, Krissy :)