I'll see you in the ICU!

uh oh!

So, I flew home yesterday.

I spent $700 on one of the last few seats left on a flight direct from JFK to SFO. I called my driver, Jose, and he said it was no problem to pick me up at 6 am, in front of my dorm.

The night before, I was in class. Mondays, my day is 8 solid hours of sitting in lecture, staring at powerpoint slides, as Pink Floyd said "ticking away the moments that make up the dull day..."

I went home, made flashcards of my pharmacology lecture, and had a little dinner. I took breaks to pack my bags (not much packing, really...just text books, and flash cards, and my laptop)

When 3 am rolled around, I knew I had to get some rest, but I was so worried that I would oversleep and miss Jose and my flight. I realized that though I had been there nearly 2 weeks, I had not yet used my alarm clock, a mild-mannered, weak little "tweet-tweet" sort of alarm. I set my phone alarms (all 5 or 6 of them) to buzz and ring as loud as I could make them, and I set the phone under my pillow. I drank a liter of water, ensuring I'd wake up at least a couple times,a nd I slept with the window shade all the way up--hoping light might wake me.

Between the ambulances baking up and the sirens, the thunderstorm that rolled through (WTF?) and my worry, I didn't get more than 20 minutes sleep.

Jose was on time, there was no traffic, and I was waiting at my gate with an hour to spare, relaxedly sipping coffee and having a blueberry scone (all bad carbs)

As soon as we get seated on the plane, the pilot's voice tells us there's a storm ahead of us, and all flights in New York have been grounded. Over the next 3 hours, they came over the intercom to tell us that flight had resumed, only to tell us they had re-halted take offs.

Finally, in the air, with a 6 hour flight in front of me, and a middle row seat, I made the most of it--I read my homework until my eyes gave out, then I napped for 15 minutes, then I started over.

I did all my genetics reading on that 9 hour flight.

I went to the bathroom, however, and discovered I had gotten what looked like my period. GREAT. I haven't had one since December of last year...and NOW??? I have to get one NOW???

So, I started to worry that the tamoxifen I have been taking every other day to start out with did some ovary stimulating (as 10 mg/day seem to do according to my drug book) and when I got home I took another 20 mg pill, though I had taken one the day before. So, now I'm taking it daily as they had intended, and I hope it won't make me sick. I only took it every other day for a little over a week, as my oncologist had recommended starting it.

So, with the delay, I was certain I would miss my dentist's appointment. When we got our first notice of delay, I called the office and let them know I was grounded, and they managed to switch my appointment with someone at 4. At the airport, George met me with my premedication (Amoxicillin mega dose for my Ventricular Septal Defect--to prevent endocarditis from having dental work done...my life sucks)

My dentist takes a look at it and agrees he's glad I came home to have him do the tooth, because now he knows what's under the filling. He said he thought I'd eventually need a crown in a year or so, but that he'd try to do a filling. I love this guy...I'm still walking around with a filling from when I was 16 yeras old, and my old dentist said I needed a root canal, but said, let's try this first, and put something into my tooth to numb it, put a temp filling in and let me walk around with it for a while, then filled it.

I ended up having that filling replaced (it was amalgam) and this dentist (who bought out the practice of my old dentist) said it was barely any tooth...all filling, and that he thought it was amazing it didn't end up needing a root canal. So, that filling has been with me (in two different forms) for 34 years already. I told him I bet the filling he did yesterday would last longer than he thinks it will.

I have to go back today and have another filling put in on the other side (I don't want to take a chance and break another tooth!)

These stupid cavities, I get because I go a long while between flossing--when iwas in ETP, I think I might have flossed 4 times. I get a small cavity between teeth and it goes unnoticed until I'm eating popcorn. I knew about these two, and was going to have them filled a month ago but then Rutger had his seizure and I had to cancel my appointment. I never got it rescheduled so I was planning on coming back in August to do it...little did I know I'd break a tooth and find myself back here emergency-style.

posted by sketchmonkey @ 2:49 PM