xhac (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} xhac) wrote,@ 2007-11-26 15:44:00 |
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radiation continuation
The doctors changed my radiation regiment. I guess the tumor grew some more and they're trying something more aggressive. So now I'm having two lower-dose sessions per day, six hours apart. The great thing is that each session lasts for less than 10 minutes which is a piece of cake.
The bad thing is that this means 4 routes to and from the hospital each day. Just today the taxi was $30 going to the hospital and $35 going back. And we still have the afternoon appointment. "Taxi!", you say; "are you some kind of millionaire?". Well. It can't be helped. I don't think I'm capable of hanging on the metro, which is 30m walking from where I live. My uncle and my aunt's friends have done a great job as transportation thus far and our taxi rides are kept to the minimum [1].
In other news I have changed my pain control medicine from a patch to pills and it seems to work a bit better. I have been using the patch forever now and the american version's glue is not that strong and with my sweats and all they were not delivering "the stuff" to my skin that well. Also my hair-falling phase has quickly turned into hair-growing and it's the first time in a long time I can see grey stuff on my hair.
[1] We are collecting receipts from every ride and each one is crappier and scantier than the last one. No driver will give you his name "for security reasons" and on the rarest of occasions that they don't just hand you a blank receipt, they always ask how much should they put down for the fare. I have a feeling we are not getting a dime out from these.
The doctors changed my radiation regiment. I guess the tumor grew some more and they're trying something more aggressive. So now I'm having two lower-dose sessions per day, six hours apart. The great thing is that each session lasts for less than 10 minutes which is a piece of cake.
The bad thing is that this means 4 routes to and from the hospital each day. Just today the taxi was $30 going to the hospital and $35 going back. And we still have the afternoon appointment. "Taxi!", you say; "are you some kind of millionaire?". Well. It can't be helped. I don't think I'm capable of hanging on the metro, which is 30m walking from where I live. My uncle and my aunt's friends have done a great job as transportation thus far and our taxi rides are kept to the minimum [1].
In other news I have changed my pain control medicine from a patch to pills and it seems to work a bit better. I have been using the patch forever now and the american version's glue is not that strong and with my sweats and all they were not delivering "the stuff" to my skin that well. Also my hair-falling phase has quickly turned into hair-growing and it's the first time in a long time I can see grey stuff on my hair.
[1] We are collecting receipts from every ride and each one is crappier and scantier than the last one. No driver will give you his name "for security reasons" and on the rarest of occasions that they don't just hand you a blank receipt, they always ask how much should they put down for the fare. I have a feeling we are not getting a dime out from these.
Mood: abused
