The trip up and back to DF today was quite efficient, record time! — but the numbers could have been a little more cooperative. My ‘important’ tumor marker number is headed in the wrong direction, meaning, scans in a few weeks then probably new meds. During the appointment Jen said, ya know that there are no medals given for suffering through pain! (Have I mentioned my sternum has been rather ‘uncomfortable’ for a few months?). She encouraged me to go home and take the narcotics she prescribed last year. I did. Nothing! Nada. No high. No smiles. No silliness. Barely even any change in the pain. So what’s a person to do? Have a glass of scotch, obviously, and then head for bed.
But first, quickly, Merlin was a bit miffed that only Cleo got a glamour shot in the last post.