Physical therapy is kicking my butt. I thought I was past the painful part of having a Frozen Shoulder. Now I have the privilege and dubious joy of immense pain every night. I’m getting between 2 to 3 hours of sleep. Then my arm throbs in pain enough to wake me up.
Since I avoid pain medications due to the ill effects on my liver, all I can do is suffer. My physical therapist stated this is normal and usually patients take Tylenol or something similar.
Hopefully this is a short time thing, but until I get past this time of pain, posting will be sporadic yet again.
Last Monday, I had a paid holiday. It’s nice to have a day to relax and recharge. However, this means that there is a short work week. You would think that it would be easy only working four days. You would be wrong.
Naturally, the bosses want to cram five days of work into four days. So it’s busy, busy, busy all day long. On top of that, there is always at least one person who takes advantage of the holiday to combine with vacation days. This makes us short handed.
Guess who is the designated floater? If you guessed me, you would be correct. So not only do I have five days of work to do in four days, I also have the honor of doing another person’s job also. It’s like stuffing ten days of work into four.
I’ve come home exhausted every day this week. I’ll use the weekend to recharge. Next week will be back to normal. It’ll feel easy after this last week.
I remembered to pick my prompt for this weeks challenge a few minutes ago. Not sure how it will go, but I’ll give it my best shot. Somehow, earlier this week, I managed to put together 3 book cover designs. I’ll post them along with a poll tomorrow. I plan on making a special request on that post.
I’m the receiving manager at work. The shipping manager called in sick for the last couple of days, so I’m doing both shipping and receiving. In addition, we have two new guys that started this week, so I’m also doing the training. The one other guy at the warehouse is only in his third week of work.
I’m tired. Odds are the shipping manager will call in sick tomorrow also. He contracted a stomach flu and can’t keep any food down. I hope he gets better soon.
Left work early today. I really tried to at least make it to lunch but was unable as I felt completely run down. Since today was the day I was supposed to do a blood draw, I went ahead and stopped at the Cancer center. Then I came home and fell fast asleep.
My Oncology doctor called and woke me up as they had the results. My liver levels did not go down but went up significantly. The AST went from 590 to 892 and the ALT went from 1,257 to 1,800. No wonder I felt so run down.
They have scheduled a CT scan on Friday for my liver. My doctor thinks I may have a shocked liver and before prescribing treatment wants to make sure that I’m not going into liver failure.
This has been a crappy year. The hits just keep on coming with no end in sight. Rather than have a pity party which I admit is really tempting, I’m going to throw myself into my writing work. I’m normally an optimist, but I wonder if life is trying to beat it out of me.
I’m going to take a short break and then edit my short story I wrote two days ago. If all goes well, I’ll be posting it sometime this evening.
Writing with Cancer 