Grrr, I am living in a constant state of health paranoia. With justification, I am watching the dent in my face in minute detail, taking stock of any tiny change. This afternoon I convinced myself there was a spot in the center that could possibly be indicating a return of infection. Now I am not so sure. The tiny spot I saw seems to be better than it was several hours ago. I have had no fevers, I have been checking. I finished the antibiotics a few days ago and have been on the lookout ever since. I have a second prescription for three more days of levaquin, but decided against taking them because my tongue started feeling 'furry' again and I was terrified the thrush was making a comeback. So now I am left wondering if three more days of antibiotic would have made a difference. I talked about it with my mom a few days ago and we decided the infection was going to come back or not come back and three days wouldn't matter. I took all the antibiotic prescribed by my oncologist. Three more pills would have cost me another $25 and I was scared of more mouth issues. So now I am scared of infection again. No fever, the tiny speck I was looking at seems to be nothing. We shall see what tomorrow brings. I will definitely be talking to one of my doctors if I remain scared to death. I feel totally crazy and out of my mind, out of control. Grrr. I hate this.
Other than my sketchy health, I had a good Christmas. Time with David's folks, time with my Dad and brother. Too many gifts. I got several nice pairs of earrings and a small, sweet crown pendant, I call it my chemo queen necklace. Gorgeous. Also ate way too much great food.
Jackson had fun getting way too many new toys. He finally got THE blue truck. He loves it. I will take a pic of it and post it when I get a chance.