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.
It’s been a weird week, especially in the mornings. Monday morning, I woke up and for some reason thought I needed to be at work earlier than usual. I’m the receiving manager and I start work a half hour later than the shipping manager. Occasionally, I’ll go in to work at the same time as the shipping manager, usually because there is an early truck to unload.
I couldn’t figure out why I felt the need to be in early. Maybe I forgot something? I finally shrugged off the feeling and went into work at the normal time. Sure enough, I find out that the shipping manager has a family emergency and wouldn’t be in. So guess who has to do both shipping and receiving. Yeah, me. Very long day at work and quite stressful.
Tuesday morning, I did something completely out of character for me. When I heard the alarm go off, I got up to turn it off and noticed that it had been going on for four minutes. What? I usually turn it off within seconds of it going off. I must have been tired from the day before, more tired than I usually am. Another day of doing both shipping and receiving caused more stress and I started having more hot flashes than normal.
Wednesday morning, I woke up normal. However, my morning routine was completely disrupted as my internet was down. I did an outage check and it was down for the whole neighborhood. I felt off the whole day. The shipping manager returned and I worked hard to catch up on my receiving. Hot flashes got pretty intense this day.
This morning, I woke up normally again, however, I felt like I could go right back to sleep. I struggled to keep my eyes open even after two cups of coffee. I poured a to go cup and went to work anyways. I felt tired all day. When I got home, I laid down in bed and slept for almost two hours. I haven’t done that since last October when my liver was declining due to the cancer treatments. Again another day of intense hot flashes.
I don’t know what Friday morning has in store for me. I’m hoping for a completely routine normal morning.
Meanwhile, I continued writing on my book Monday night and Tuesday night. I knocked off a chapter that may just be the pivotal chapter of Part 2.
Last night, I sat down to do the Six Sentence Story challenge. The prompt word is “Detour”. The obvious came to mind. Detour of life or taking a detour literally. I didn’t want to do the obvious. Call it ego, call it pride, call it whatever you wish, I try to do the non-obvious when I write the Six Sentence Story. I shelved the challenge and hoped that I may get inspiration later. I still have time as the challenge runs a couple more days.
For now, I’m going to take it easy for the rest of the night in the hopes that tomorrow returns to normal.
Got up an hour early this morning. Damn hot flashes still won’t quit some days. Had deliveries all day. Delivered a total of 12,000 feet of 4 inch sewer pipe. Had a lot of time to think about a story, but kept returning to the memoir. Must be a sign.
After I eat dinner, I’m going to attempt to write some more on the memoir if I don’t immediately pass out.
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.
After going off Hormonal Therapy, the intense Hot Flashes are back. The same ones I got 10 months ago when I went on Hormonal Therapy. This afternoon, I was hit with 5 or 6 really bad bouts one right after the other. Soon as I started to feel the Hot Flash dissipate, then another would pop up. Each one lasted between 5 to 10 minutes.
I’m tired. Possibly because I’m at the end of my Lupron cycle. Possibly because my liver enzyme levels are rising. This has been a long week at work. I had to take a bunch of breaks today as I was exhausted.
Scheduled a blood test for next week to see where I’m at. To be honest, I’m really tired of doing blood draws. My veins in my arms have become very difficult to draw blood from.
Did I mention I’m tired? I can’t even think straight. I had hoped to write a flash fiction piece tonight, but the brain cupboard is bare. After I post this, I’m going to open up THE BOWL OF DOOM (said in deep echoing voice) and draw for my prompt for the Weekly Writing Challenge which I’ll post tomorrow at around 6 pm Eastern Standard Time.
Tomorrow is going to be a decent day. It’s going to warm up nice. I plan on rototilling. I know I’ll be tired, but it has to be done tomorrow. Sunday we will have yet another cold front come in. I know, you folks up north are laughing at me right now. I’ve been spoiled by warm Florida weather.
I’m tired, just tired. The Chemo is wearing me down. I wonder if my liver levels are going up again. Sat down to write and can’t hardly think. Even doing this post is making my head hurt.
Writing with Cancer 