The title about says it all. I'm still outside the strict criteria for infusion therapy, and too sick for the modified chemo. I'm on antibiotics for another month, because I have a stubborn sinus infection, and I'm being scheduled for a cat scan: the doc is worried that the pain in my back and down my legs is being caused by multiple compression fractures (I have osteoporosis). Just what I freakin' need.
On the good side, I didn't have to do a pulmonary function test (which essentially means "blow into this tube until you faint.") On the bad side, I didn't have to do a pulmonary function test (because I'm not doing well enough to even bother) One of these days, I'm going to sneak Bob into taking the test for me: he has lungs like the Goodyear blimp, and it would certainly shock the doctors out of their sneakers.
So I'm grumpy and exhausted. My father called me to complain that I don't call him and I totally punted: I told him that DD was _dying_ to talk with him, handed her the phone, and let her glare at me.
I'm trying to figure out an "up note" to end my post, since I hate unrelieved gloom. So, ummmmm... Sophie's getting plenty of beauty sleep, and we have heat again. I found a very nice method of beading the pearls for my Russian Kokoshnik project (the seed beads weren't working - I discovered that Russian girls started on their kokshniki when they were seven years old! I know why: I've put in at least fifty hours on the netting and am only about 20% done) I think that's all the cheery news I have for now.
Kathy N-V