Melanoma Miles: October 2013

Meds and Milkshakes

Thursday - 28 February 2013

I've never really been a morning person but since the major op, starting treatment and obviouly cancer, mornings are starting even later and I feel very Garfield-ish. "I would like mornings better if they started later, like after noon."

Talked mainly about TV shows with my counsellor today. Sounds like an odd topic but it also makes sense in the grand scheme of my confused and battling mind. We touched on my frustrations with dad, issues with mom and my general spiral towards acting out brought on by mirtazapine. Apparently I'm very clued in to my own mental and physical state. Not sure if that's entirely a good thing.

Captive discussions

Wednesday - 27 February 2013

Battled to sleep last night - too hot, too sticky, too hot and bothered. Midnight texts with "hottie" didn't inspire much sleeping either. After I finally fell asleep, I slept through the siren test for Koeberg Power Station's emergency plan, which should have been loud enough to wake me.

The secretary of my shrink phoned to organise an appointment for me to see the stand-in shrink for a discussion of my meds. There were some crossed wires about weight and eating concerns. I juggled my counselling session earlier so I could go to the appointment and iron out the confusion of my meds.

Where does the time go?

Monday - 25 February 2013

Wow! Already 2 months since Xmas, time seems to be flying as much as it also appears to be standing still. I lost another morning to sleep. I have no real idea why this is happening. It could have something to do with me only getting to bed around midnight but that has never really been an issue before. Just more adjusting to a new lifestyle, I guess.

Chaotic Cuppa's

Sunday - 24 February 2013

I lost a lot of this week to sleep, mostly mornings as I seem to sleep better after 6am when I take my morning dose of treatment meds. This of course crashes with any morning plans, particularly when I need to get lifted around by my dad who is difficult to get moving as well.

Monday there was big drama trying to get my trial bloods done at my perferred Pathcare clinic. Lots of phone calls resulted in more chaos. Eventually we just drove through to Rondebosch Medical Center and had them done there.