Seems I can manage to remember to blog at least once a month.
February was a pretty dull month. Not much happened. My monthly planner looks like I did a lot but some of it is just reminders to do things!
My short term memory is not good and seems to be getting worse. I can open up a new tab on my computer and then immediately forget what it was I wanted to look at.
Month of March is already filling in with Dr. appointments for myself and Sarah. I lost track of days and missed my appointment with my MH Dr. on Friday. I'll have to call Monday and reschedule and order more medication.
I think I've figured out why I am loosing weight, besides my bowel issues. I haven't been taking the letrozole for a few months. I'm sure when I see Dr. L at the end of this month, he won't be happy about that. I was running some statistics regarding my breast cancer and chance of recurrence using this tool. http://www.lifemath.net/cancer/index.html
It isn't very reassuring when I plug in my info. Even with the letrozole, my odds aren't that great. I'm sure there are so many more factors to take into consideration, but I still need to weigh the risks vs the benefits.
We had a couple of nice warm weeks in February. Even made it up into the 60's a couple days. March came in very cold, but it will start warming up a bit next week. The red wing blackbirds and grackles are back. I saw a couple robins hopping around too, but they have been around all winter.
I'm taking Sarah and two other girls to see Pierce the Veil and Falling in Reverse tonight. The concert is sold out and I forgot to get a ticket. I talked to Jen from the box office and she said they will "work with me". I don't mind paying, I just need to be in there with the other two girls because they don't have ID.
I'm considering driving down to see my Mom in late April. Getting the time off is going to be a problem however. We have some staff that take entire months off, so if I can't get two weekends off, I'm not going to be happy. I'm getting a little burned out at Gateway. I'm feeling revulsion instead of compassion with some of the residents. It isn't because I don't care, I'm just tired of the smells and sounds. Death is ugly and gross.
