Friday, June 14, 2013
In the second week of Sutent. (Rythmically this suggest riffing to the tune
of “On the first day of Christmas” but I think I'd better refrain.)
Had a chat with the doctor today and we agreed that I seemed
pretty stable. There’s a new nervous
radiation running down my right arm, but it may be nothing but a spinal
maladjustment. The skin and GI symptoms
are no worse than they’ve been.
My energy is better in the mornings, so I shifted my
warfarin to the AM, because I missed 3 days.
I keep careful notes on my drugs, and I carefully did not write that I
took warfarin and in fact did not take warfarin, but didn’t notice, until, one
day, awakening from a nap, I said to myself, whoa, I’m not sure I’ve taken my
warfarin. Both the note book and the
pill box agreed: I hadn't. Once again, I surprised
myself.
I quickly took the day’s dose, and as I couldn’t call the anti-coagulation team until the next
day, I had time to take that day’s dose too, and then I did the INR blood test,
and lo and behold, I was way out of range. My INR is supposed to be between 2 and 3 (to prevent blood
clots forming) and I was down to 1.1.
Like I said, I surprised myself. At least I’ve learned to do my INR blood
test; the first time I did it alone, it took me 4 times to get the measurement. Now I can do it with one good jab. So it goes.
I almost have enough energy to work on my websites once a
day, at least for an hour or so.
That’s about all I have for the pRCC aspect of my life. The rest is going into my other sites, which
I don’t think are ready for prime time yet, not even ready for, what do we call
the less-than-prime-time time?, well, just not ready.
Thallervale
6/14/2013 11:21:20 PM
