Going back to the CVCC is like going home. The nurses are all smiles and flirty-friendly. Old men are welcomed and comforted. Next to an ex-smoker who has lung cancer. At first he didn't want to talk but the nurses fixed that. The Center called and wanted to switch my series to 4 consecutive Tuesdays since their Wednesdays were getting out of control. Nice move, since I didn't wait 10 min to get flushed and en-tubed. Surprisingly, the initial Benadryl didn't put me out, though we joked about "Grayson going bye-bye". The infusion room eventually filled. I was out of there in the usual 3.5 hrs and eating Italian thereafter.
I think these maintenance infusions exacerbate my neuropathy, which my onc-doc says, "We gave you". But that may be a figment of my imagination. The weather has changed dramatically to fall: monsoonal pattern with southerly winds, thunderstorms, rain, cooler. All concurrent with my infusion, so my increased neuropathy, leg weakness, and arthritis are conflated with the weather, a correlate known to bug me in the past. Nothing to do about it but ride it out.
Also, correlative with the cooler weather and the maintenance sessions is new found energy. I have not needed much napping this week. I feel up, but not uptight.
Finally, the decision to cancel fishing in the south appears to be a good one as there are road closures all over, and flash flood warnings in abundance. Might have been quite nasty and I'm too old for that kind of test now...
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