Well, in less than 12 hours I will be headed to the big hospital down here in DC to get my chest port put in. I am still a little nervous but more knowing about how much the antibiotics can make you herx (get worse before better) . The actual IVs themselves don’t make me nervous, as I had the PICC in for 5 months, but figuring out how to shower and whatnot will be a process as you can’t get the dressings wet. I will take everything as it comes, I guess. No use in making a self fulfilled prophecy before I head into this. I’m tough anyways 😉
At least I have great friends, one, who will help me with hair washing duties and another with a jetted tub, so hopefully I can keep up with myself for the next several months.
Tonight, I had my last big meal before I go in tomorrow. There is an awesome New Orleans restaurant near my hotel, so I stuffed my face with seafood creole.
Now doesn’t that look friggin delicious? Well, it was! Be jealous 🙂
Plans for the rest of the night = relax, and wash my hair, and a hot, hot shower as it might be the last time for a lonnnnnng time. Wish me luck! I’m going to try to make Dave take pictures of everything for my next post 🙂