...it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
Yeah, it's a Cancer Post™
I knew this, today, and so I took a half-day off, took a Benadryl (hello, cottonwood!) and went back to bed.
The plan was to get a couple more hours of sleep, then go into work, and that's exactly what I did.
But I should have stayed in bed.
Work was fine, if a bit busier than is comfortable. I came home, changed into sloppy clothes, threw in a load of laundry, and began to play a video game with Laston.
So far, so good.
Then we had coffee (his regular, mine decaf)... and then he was feeling very ill. No fever, nothing like that, just abdominal pain and not-quite-vomiting.
Now, this could be anything from an allergic response to the injection he had today (to improve white blood cell count) to a full-blown ulcer. We just don't know. So we behave like good little oncology patients, and call the after-hours line. Doc agrees; most likely acid reflux of some sort, but that's a symptom, not a disease in itself. He will take a closer look tomorrow during infusion time; in the meantime we should Prilosec and Zantac and Tums and BRAT.
We don't have any of the first two, are low on the third, and have one lone banana for the last. So off I go to Walgreens (after putting on my Laundry Day Bra, which is very uncomfortable), where I pick up everything but the bananas, and then I grab those at a convenience store.
And then, on my way back, I run into a little snag. Radio stops talking and I glance over. No lights on it. There's a little hesitation in the shifting and in an effort to turn on my blinker and turn, I accidentally hit the windshield wipers.
I begin to pull over to the (thankfully large) shoulder.
Then the power steering went out, and I was also reminded what it means to pump one's brakes.
Alternator, I think, since the lights and power windows and stuff still worked.
But I got home safely (thanks, Mom!), and my car got to Goodyear safely (thanks AT&T Roadside Assist and Ballinger Towing!), and Laston got his meds (and bananas).
All is well, if a bit stressed. Honestly, it's a wonder I don't have an ulcer.
Still though, really? Just add it to the pile of crap we have to deal with.