TGIF!!! This was my FB status today. I slept better, considering the pain, but as the medication wears off I'm awaken with the dull ache of my port throbbing, reminding me that the dreams of being well are just that, dreams. If the pain begins I can be pretty sure that I've gone too long without it. Six hours is about all the time between the pain meds I can take. Waking is often a stiff experience, and no boys, not that...the port is there as a constant reminder that there is something not quite right. So I take my antibiotics and my vicatin and face the day. I'm not allowed to shower until the drain comes out (next Wednesday) eww, but sponge bathes will do the trick for now. Only problem, I can't wash my hair. So mom and I headed out to the Hair Salon to get my hair washed. I love my Hair Salon. Tony, Luis, Ami. The very best people ever. I walked in and Tony looked so surprised, but very happy. Luis washed my hair, and they wouldn't let me pay for the shampoo. I'm so lucky. So as I'm wrapping things up, Cathy walks in. Surprise! So we go for lunch at the Cloisters here in the East Village and sit in the courtyard, and enjoy each other's company. The pain fades to near nothing. We finish and head over to Ann Taylor where Cathy buys me a beautiful scarf. Cathy had to get going and I convince my mom to go to Bed Bath and Beyond at 18th & 6th Ave. A little stroll, for me. We needed a new shopping cart. The Sunday before surgery we went shopping at Trader Joe's to load up on food for the week. Now our cart was on its last legs, but this trip proved to be the end of the line for a cart that was way past it's expiration date. Every bump in the road, every turn was certain to be it's last. I watched the wheel as it wobbled along wagging wildly with every turn. The axle cracking, the spokes breaking off one at a time falling in the street behind us. I kept willing the wheel to stay on, please only 8 blocks, and 2 avenues, a steep walkway and up the elevator and down the hallway to my front door. I reach the door and as if on cue...the wheel makes a cracking sound, the final spoke gives way and the wheel collapses under the weight of the grocery run. The end. RIP shopping cart. We drag the cart inside and laugh at our good fortune. Hence the trip to BBandB to pick up a new shopping cart. It's a new beginning. New cart, new look, no lumps, no bumps, only scars. I'm tired, but I feel good. It was good to get out today. I waited 7 hours to take pain meds, that felt great. Not to be tied to the meds feels great! Life is good. My Husband's cousin Patty had her port removed three months ago, a true sign of freedom. I can't wait for that day when I get to have the port removed. Bliss! True Bliss. Now to my Mom. I need to take care of her. I wore her out today. Nana boot camp. I feel bad, I'm so used to walking all over the city that I sometimes forget that is not normal for most people. My mom sits with a heating pad on her back, and looks so tired. I'll have to dial it down tomorrow. Pace myself. Perhaps scrub the floors, do laundry, bake a few loaves of bread....nah kidding. I think I'll sleep in, and just hang out.
Did I say, Life is Good!? Well, it is.
Nite!
Love and Light
Melissa
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