kvetching up

Entry 1   10:35 a.m. I am at urgent care--or was.  UW Medicine, whom I trust (despite the fact that they misdiagnosed my mother for 1.5 years, which ultimately led to her death) more than Kaiser.  Last week I tried to make an appointment to see a primary care doctor, and the first UW Med Clinic appointment offered was October 15. That was for a clinic near me, or nearer to me than other alternatives. I pushed for something sooner-a minor miracle in itself, and landed a June 15 appointment at the Ballard location. I took it, but knew I would need FMLA paperwork filled out sooner rather than later, so here I am. The kind urgent care receptionist, seeing my medical complaint, told me she could get me into the primary care clinic next store with an assigned doctor. I jumped at the chance. I didn't actually jump, I lifted my toes on my shoes, or shifted them anyway. I am just not Mr. Energy. So, the great news is I will have a doctor who can fill my prescriptions and help...

Entry 1. 9:31 a.m. Jenny is still in bed, but has talked to Edit at VM. We should expect some calls today. The reason the block never really worked is because the pain is coming from the duodenum, and the pressure is on nerves not deadened by the plexus block.  So, that makes sense.  She can't up her dosage of oxycodone, but they will likely prescribe a fentanyl patch for her.  They also have scheduled the procedure (placing of the stent) for the 27th, but support her coming in on Sunday inpatient.  More as I learn new information. I have been up since 3:43 a.m. worried about the implications of chemo. She is getting a pill six days a week, an infusion one. But if she keeps nothing down, what use is a pill? When she empties the contents of her stomach--she empties the entire contents of her stomach.  With her cancer raging, what is the point of this chemotherapy if she will just throw it up? She will absorb enough to get the side effects maybe, but to do any goo...