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There’s not much worse than needing to rewrite an update that was accidentally lost. I opened a Pages document and stared at it for about an hour before my sister-in-law called for a rousing chat that I enjoyed very much! She was on her way back from Plaquemine, Louisiana, where she was counting and taking artifacts and other data from the birds, Purple Martins, I believe, as part of her job in coastal ecology in Louisiana. She is such a wonderful artist, writer, and thoughtful human. I’m so grateful to have her in my life! Back to Monday. The day of One Arm. Hopefully this one will be somewhat entertaining or cheerful via some of the pics and lists, although the title I consider is: Novelty, or, How to overcome ennui. So, luckily, on Monday, there was only one attempt to get a good intravenous connection. However, the way the IV was set up, every time I moved my arm, especially if I bent my elbow at all, a beep-fest would begin. They gave me an extra pillow so I could extend my arm and a warm blanket to keep it warm and covered. This was taken to a new level when I had to go to radiation. While I lie on the table, I have to bend my arms over my chest. We tried to adjust the tubes so as not to be inhibited, yet the beeps persisted. I was scheduled to see the doc after the treatment, and the technician noticed you could just click “OK” to cancel the alarm. This was a temporary fix, and the beeps would continue. After meeting with the doc briefly, the tech took me back upstairs. As I reached my chair again, the beeping continued. The nurse came over to check on it. “We need to flush it,” she said. “Let me know if it hurts.” As she pushed the plunger, there was a sudden pop of pain. I clenched my fists and made a noise. “Oooh, there was a clot,” she said. “Does that hurt?” “That looked bad,” the guy across the way said. “It’s okay now, I’m just waiting for my heart rate to drop a little,” I said. “It’s flushing okay now,” she said. “I’m going to get you a warming pack.” She came back with a warming pack in a pillow case, now to rest on my arm over the pillow. What does one do when trapped, such as this? Well, I put on my headphones and put on my latest YouTube indulgence, Tasting History with Max Miller! I put on the Travel playlist, which covers what people in the various classes on the Titanic, trains like the Orient Express, and, most shocking, the history of meals on airlines! With one arm extended and the other bringing the iPad to it, I snapped some screenshots to send to my daughter; they were cracking me up so much. (I embellished them a little after for this update because I just couldn’t help myself!) There was also a lighthouse episode where the beard of one of the lighthouse keepers was so long that he could keep a little kitten in it! I imagine it was very cozy for the kitten and a little bit of friendship for the keeper, as it was a very lonely and solitary job. There was a lady lighthouse keeper in Calumet, Illinois, who would journal things like, “Nothing but gloom without and WITH IN,” and “So dull, this place it is killing me. Wind blowing so violently.” Well, she makes me feel better. On a side note, I plan on making a vegan version of the corn and potato chowder one of these days pretty soon. Now to the novel things keeping me going these days! Fave binges:
Good reads, or listens if you like audiobooks:
Foods that don’t end up in the freezer:
Fave Food Binge:
Fave hot beverages:
Fave Cold beverages:
Fave things to do:
Try some, try none, leave me more good recs, make comments … and, most importantly, enjoy being in your present moment of this wonderful, strange life! If you crave a slightly darker writing reflection, feel free to read Friday Black Coffee at https://www.michelleleblancyoga.com/my-cancer-journal/friday-black-coffee
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