Last evening I had another spike in temperature, but it resolved itself without any Tylenol® or ice packs. Also, it was not a severe spike, having gone up only to the upper 101s. The current thinking is that the spikes were from the chemo and are now subsiding as the effects of the chemo diminish.
I had a lousy night of sleep, so I am now just getting more alert. Ironically, the physical therapy person came by just as I was finishing breakfast and wanted to do an assessment of my strength. I was like a big floppy noodle and also had to complete my regular breakfast routine, which is time consuming but not anything I can postpone. She waited. When I finished and returned to the bedside, I was tired and needed some down time, but she insisted on taking a blood pressure, which she thought was alarmingly high (155/85) even though I told her I needed to settle down and it would decline. She cancelled the rest of the assessment and left. Now, just 30 minutes later I’m ready to run around the floor. It figures.
Pulmonary has also called and instructed the nurses to gather supplies in preparation of the removal of the pleural tube in my side; this is a good sign as the last two days yielded minimal response from the pulmonary team about removing my tube. I have no idea what to expect, other than someone told me it feels weird when they pull it out. I guess there must be some pain or at least discomfort since that tube has been in there since 9/15/12 when I had the pleurodesis.
I will learn soon enough whether I am going home today or tomorrow, but I’m guessing today, especially if they pull that tube out earlier than the evening hours.
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