Still can't get rid of the Billings

The Blue Cross Pharmacy says to just destroy the check they sent us. When they back out the payment and the bill (and apparently that process hasn't even been started yet!), they will note that the check has not been cashed, and will absolutely, positively, NEVER EVER think of bothering us to reimburse them.

And the Titanic is berthing in New York any day now.

As Terry Prachett might say, "I'm not so much green as I'm cabbage-looking." We're voiding the check, but keeping it, along with a notation of the name of the person we spoke to and the date and time of our speaking. That way, when they ask for their money back, we will be able to kindly and sweetly return it to them.

Nearly normal!

Still a bit tired, and still have a grumbly tummy -- but the worst right now is mouth sores, which are changing the way food tastes, hurt, etc. Potato chips, for instance, not only hurt to crunch -- they don't taste good, since the fat makes them too acid. Walnuts the same.

Baking soda rinses help, and in general I am eating (though way less than usual, not a bad thing.) I am managing apples, because now is Fresh Cortland Apple season. :)

And I am starting to feel some strength. I hope to get some yard work done tomorrow, as well as some shopping for a new trash barrel!

And now, the weird stuff starts...

Mouth sores, little fevers, floaty head, right on schedule. But I am not complaining. I have strategies for all of them. And groceries got bought, and it was good to be out of the house. Bravest came with me, and we didn't talk about cancer once.

Slightly better

So, I am still as gassy and disgusting as an 11-year-old boy with a bottle of root beer and a belly full of bean dip. But, on the advice of the nice people at D-F, I also have Gas-X, which is helping. Still quite uncomfortable, though.

The lack of appetite is not playing well with the blood sugar drugs. I may have to talk to someone about that if this doesn't let up soon.

But anyway, there was slight progress -- a long shower, a bit of a drive, a little walking around.

Today was a bad day.

Woke up with all the signs of a steriod overdose -- racing heart, shaking hands, the works. Today was the first day I didn't have anti-nausea medication to take, and while I have not been nauseated,the gas pains are extremely painful. I was probably led to eat what I shouldn't by the fact that I felt so well yesterday.

Oww.

A Faithful Reader enquires...

... what I plan to do when my hair is gone?

I am taking a variety of approaches, including bandanas and crochetted caps, and a rather magnificent pale mauve cowl I am knitting for myself.

But no wig, because anything less than the hair I had (I've already had it down to an inch, and it's already back to two) would depress me more than being bald will. Besides, would YOU wear what this here prescription I have in my hand calls a "scalp prosthesis"?

I should start seeing the new hair in December, anyway. So, that's that.

Oh, and no pink, for the love of God.

And yet MORE billing

Blue Cross has sent us a co-pay for the Neulasta I never picked up at the health care plan. So tomorrow (today) I get to call them and ask what they want me to do with this Very Large Check.

This whole thing is totally, patently, absurd. Kafka could not invent it.

In other news, I am feeling OK, and expecting to feel better.