Last Lupron

French Word of the Day: aïe (eye)- ow

I’ve gotten my final menopause shot!  I’m in the home stretch here.

My back’s been in pain from it for about the past hour and a half.  Whoever said “complaining never helps” is WRONG, because I’ve been lying on the couch saying, “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow” without stop, and I’m feeling much better now.  (It’s also possible my Tylenol finally kicked in, but that’s a minor detail.)

After my rough chemo session, I did develop two bruises on my arms.

Check out these bad boys.
Check out these bad boys.

I’ve spent most of my week figuring out how to both cover my arms completely and dress for the warm weather.  They’re opposing goals, and the warm weather has been winning.

Other than the bruise and the vomiting, I have been getting better.  It’s a slower process this time, but I still managed to have pancakes on Sunday.  I mean, they were whole wheat, vegan and healthy, but I put syrup on them.  That counts.

I will start writing more soon, but my computer’s acting up.  It keeps turning off and then insisting that’s it’s December 31st, 2000 when it finally turns back on.  This is probably indicative of some kind of expense malfunction.  Or possibly my computer is a time machine…

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Drop ‘Em

French Word of the Day: la fesse (la fess)- buttocks

I’m sure you’re all looking at the word of the day and thinking, “Meghan, what?!”  You now understand how I felt when the nurse came into my exam room with a long needle and said, “Drop your pants.”

I responded the only way I knew how.  “I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough to take our relationship to that level.”

My face when the nurse came in.
My face when the nurse came in.

That’s right; today was menopause shot day.  It actually wasn’t that bad, so I think I’m finally becoming immune to needles.

The doctor who came in was really excited about my lupus.  He kept asking me questions about my past and sharing studies about lupus that the hospital had published.  At one point, he called it all “fascinating,” which is just how you want to hear your medical history described by a medical professional.

I won’t start to see the effects until a few weeks from now, but I will be able to drink properly on my birthday.  Three cheers for alcohol!  (I haven’t been able to drink more than a glass or two since September 2011.)

This is my 100th post.  I’m glad I was able to make it all about a deep and meaningful word.