One Week
I've officially been in Cancun a week, one third of the way! Today my energy was a little off. I am definitely starting to feel homesick and especially missing Mikayel. Just 3 days, 2 hours and 15 minutes left... But who's counting?
I am a true believer in the energy you put out you get back so that could have been why today I was anxious and things in the clinic seemed a little off. It all started with my IV. They wanted to give my left arm a break so they switched to the right arm. After poking me twice they found a vein in my wrist. Yay! But just 15 minutes later I was in a lot of pain and could see my wrist swelling. The needle infiltrated and the infusion fluids were just building instead of running through my vein. So back to the left arm we went, 2 pokes and we were in.
Today was laser day and the nurses were extremely confused on who was supposed to be hooked up to what color. I lost a little confidence in my care at that time but I have to remind myself that they are the professionals and even with the language barrier I need to trust them. Something I am working on. Dr. Leslie says I like to control too many things so I need to tattoo "go with the flow" & "adapt" on my arms as daily reminders. I took deep breaths and went with the flow... kind of. I blame my family history which is a long line of first children- Grandma & Grandpa, Dad, Me.
I tried to keep my mind busy with reading and getting to know the other patients better. I am really starting to build friendships. In the week I have been here there has only been one new patient so it will be interesting to see who else comes and joins Cancer Summer Camp.
Today I didn't get lunch because of the timing of my treatments and then also I was seated in a seat with no side table for the hour & half during lunch. Normally I would try to eat from my lap but it was soup and I only had one available arm so I didn't see that ending well. I wasn't looking for carrot soup down the front of me.
I needed some comfort food to turn my day around. Mom and I went to the Japanese restaurant across the street again. Both Mom and I ordered the exact meal we ordered last week. So much for branching out. Funny story about the pink and white things in the Udon. I loved them as a kid in Japan because they were pink. I remember walking in the grocery store once when I was a little older and was starting to read, I remember seeing "fish paste". I hated fish then, I still don't like it now. I haven't eaten one since that grocery store in Japan. To this day I pick them out of my soup when it's delivered.
Today was laser day and the nurses were extremely confused on who was supposed to be hooked up to what color. I lost a little confidence in my care at that time but I have to remind myself that they are the professionals and even with the language barrier I need to trust them. Something I am working on. Dr. Leslie says I like to control too many things so I need to tattoo "go with the flow" & "adapt" on my arms as daily reminders. I took deep breaths and went with the flow... kind of. I blame my family history which is a long line of first children- Grandma & Grandpa, Dad, Me.
I tried to keep my mind busy with reading and getting to know the other patients better. I am really starting to build friendships. In the week I have been here there has only been one new patient so it will be interesting to see who else comes and joins Cancer Summer Camp.
Today I didn't get lunch because of the timing of my treatments and then also I was seated in a seat with no side table for the hour & half during lunch. Normally I would try to eat from my lap but it was soup and I only had one available arm so I didn't see that ending well. I wasn't looking for carrot soup down the front of me.
I needed some comfort food to turn my day around. Mom and I went to the Japanese restaurant across the street again. Both Mom and I ordered the exact meal we ordered last week. So much for branching out. Funny story about the pink and white things in the Udon. I loved them as a kid in Japan because they were pink. I remember walking in the grocery store once when I was a little older and was starting to read, I remember seeing "fish paste". I hated fish then, I still don't like it now. I haven't eaten one since that grocery store in Japan. To this day I pick them out of my soup when it's delivered.
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