Ah, the sweet taste of “You’re done with physical therapy” doughnuts.
“Good grief, Kelley,” I hear you say, “Do you have doughnuts to celebrate everything in your life?”
To which I reply, of course not. Sometimes I have a giant pickle or a new-to-me book (I’m looking at you, Half-Price Books, you magical emporium of all things literary). Doughnuts happened to be handy and my mum happened to suggest it. They were delicious.
So I’m done with physical therapy, and my therapist said I showed 100% improvement in my knee movement and flexibility and I have zero pain. The saga of the wandering kneecap has come to a satisfying end.
Less satisfying was my blood test. I’m at 1,515,000 platelets per microliter now, over the chemo mark. But my doctor decided, after not contacting me for four days, that he wanted to continue waiting indefinitely. My next test and visit is in March.
I’m very confused about this, because the specialist in Chicago and my cancer doctor agreed that at 1,500,000 I would start chemo. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t want to do chemo at all, let alone right this minute. But it’s really hard to have NO IDEA of when it’s going to happen. I get the feeling that my doctor is waiting for something else to happen, like for me to develop a clot or…I don’t really know.
Granted, to the best of my knowledge my symptoms right now are mainly in the “unpleasant” category, rather than “life-threatening.” But he said 1,500,000, and now he’s changed his mind with no explanation. I just wish I knew what to expect. I suppose I shall content myself with the fact that I don’t have to start chemo. I also get to practice patience and trust until my visit in March!
I’m sensing a theme of trust right now, what with the entire absence of leads on a job. Incidentally, if anyone has fool-of-a-Took-proof job hunting advice or job leads, feel free to send them my way. I’m very, very bored right now and I would like to have a job again. Job = money = buying more books = reading more books. So I need a job, because y’all know I love reading. Especially Tolkien.
The good news is that my genius father has discovered at least part and hopefully all of the reason that my car was not working. This was exciting because I got to help fill the cells or something technical like that, which I first learned to do in Nancy Drew: The Ransom of the Seven Ships (FIVE STARS!). My computer game playing has not been in vain. I’m praying that nothing new comes up with the car, though, because I really miss going to church.
I would just ask you to be praying that I would find a job soon, for financial reasons and because I feel absolutely useless right now and I would like to have some kind of structure to my week. Also if I have to write many more cover letters I think I might give up and become a freelance circus clown. Nobody wants that.
The long and short of it is, no job and no answers. But also no chemo yet, and I do hopefully have a car again!
Praise to the Lord!