Okay, the whole bag thingy makes me think that you are truly an intrepid traveler. If I have to travel when anything is the least bit wonky or might even go wonky, I get caught up in a mind loop and talk myself straight into a panic attack, so I am truly impressed that you are dealing with all this so calmly. May you have lots and lots of perfectly lovely soup. And I think they should let you ride through the airports on those cool electric cars. I'm always rather envious of those cars.
Enjoy San Francisco. I was only there for about 15 minutes last summer when Herve and I got lost trying to head east out of Palo Alto. I say I was there; Herve says it doesn't count.
You might not have thought me intrepid or even capable this morning when my days-old ostomy bag gave up the ghost and I had to quickly shower and change to a new one. If you'd seen me laying on the floor (so as not to bleed all over the white, white bed) with tape and towels and a very panicked look on my face... well, you'd probably realize that I'm pretty crazy, too. As I was sitting here typing, I realized my leg was wet and had a fit -- "oh my God, it's leaking I didn't put it on right panic panic!" And then I realized that the glass of iced tea I'm drinking has drippy condensation...
Have a good time now that you're there! I hope they treat you like a queen!
What does your doctor say about the drainage from your navel? They should be able to tell you if it's something to concern you. (Maybe in the future you could get a doctor's note exempting you from having to travel like this.)
The doctor situation is kinda funny, actually. I haven't seen my oncologist, though one of her interns was treating me when I landed in the emergency room. The GP has seen me, examined it, is worried, and said he'd call the oncologist. He called us last week, to see how I was and remind Rich about something. And he asked, "Did Dr. Smith (the oncologist) call you?" I replied no, but that I'm seeing her in a few weeks. "Oh. I thought she would call you. I'll call her again." I offered to call her office myself, and he said "No, I'll speak to her." Now I wonder if she's not returning his calls...
I think it's a matter of priorities. The GP wants me overall healthy. The onocologist figures as long as I'm still alive and breathing, I shouldn't kick.
Naw, can't do it. I suppose if I'm whining over here, I *want* you all to mother me a lot. :)
The bag situation is odd but as I try to learn things about maintaining/changing it by reading at websites, I realize how fortunate I am that it's just draining fluids, not an actual colostomy, that I'm dealing with here. It sounds like they've made all kinds of advances for ostomy patients, yet it still seems like a very embarrasing thing to deal with for the rest of your life. Better than dying, but not pleasant.
You are the bravest traveler ever---and you should get a HUGE RAISE for doing it, too! Would you like us all to talk to your boss? We'd be glad to write letters. :D
The ostomy bag sounds like a huge inconvenience, you poor thing. I imagine it is something you get used to (as my dad got used to being incontinent and wearing a diaper after his prostate cancer), but it can't be pleasant and I hope it's not a permanent thing for you.
You're quite right (not about my deserving a raise) - I have gotten used to the stupid bag, and to being itchy. But I really hope it's not permanent, too. *sending back a hug or two, just for you*
coming late to this party, as usual...you're prolly somewhere else by now....
anyway, you brave, funny thing, you...what colour was the crab chowder? the white creamed crab stuff *blech* or the yummy red this-could-be-jambalaya kind? (for which I could be convinced to lay aside 30 years of veggietude!)
just wondering if they're giving you the good stuff...
Room service is a wonderful thing... and not just for interrupting tense moments in slashy stories, either. :)
The chowder was kind of a combo of the two - I'm sure it had cream in it, but it wasn't the typical white soup. But oh, having been given crab, now I just want more crab...
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Enjoy San Francisco. I was only there for about 15 minutes last summer when Herve and I got lost trying to head east out of Palo Alto. I say I was there; Herve says it doesn't count.
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You might not have thought me intrepid or even capable this morning when my days-old ostomy bag gave up the ghost and I had to quickly shower and change to a new one. If you'd seen me laying on the floor (so as not to bleed all over the white, white bed) with tape and towels and a very panicked look on my face... well, you'd probably realize that I'm pretty crazy, too. As I was sitting here typing, I realized my leg was wet and had a fit -- "oh my God, it's leaking I didn't put it on right panic panic!" And then I realized that the glass of iced tea I'm drinking has drippy condensation...
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What does your doctor say about the drainage from your navel? They should be able to tell you if it's something to concern you. (Maybe in the future you could get a doctor's note exempting you from having to travel like this.)
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I think it's a matter of priorities. The GP wants me overall healthy. The onocologist figures as long as I'm still alive and breathing, I shouldn't kick.
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The bag situation is odd but as I try to learn things about maintaining/changing it by reading at websites, I realize how fortunate I am that it's just draining fluids, not an actual colostomy, that I'm dealing with here. It sounds like they've made all kinds of advances for ostomy patients, yet it still seems like a very embarrasing thing to deal with for the rest of your life. Better than dying, but not pleasant.
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The ostomy bag sounds like a huge inconvenience, you poor thing. I imagine it is something you get used to (as my dad got used to being incontinent and wearing a diaper after his prostate cancer), but it can't be pleasant and I hope it's not a permanent thing for you.
*big hugs*
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anyway, you brave, funny thing, you...what colour was the crab chowder? the white creamed crab stuff *blech* or the yummy red this-could-be-jambalaya kind? (for which I could be convinced to lay aside 30 years of veggietude!)
just wondering if they're giving you the good stuff...
*adores room service*
*adores just saying room service*
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The chowder was kind of a combo of the two - I'm sure it had cream in it, but it wasn't the typical white soup. But oh, having been given crab, now I just want more crab...
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