Day 9, Treatment #2
Back to work again. A good crew, enough staff. Wow. Love the hugs. Thank you so much for welcoming me, for accepting me. I took a leap today and did not wear anything on my head. Nope. No headwear. My scalp itches so much, and whenever anything touches it, I want to scrub it raw. Well, not really. But it does itch pretty good. Intense would be a word. I did take a bandana in case I was uncomfortable with the whole thing.
I did well in the morning, and early afternoon, then got queasy/nauseated and tired. Ew. Hm. Now what. I ended up trying to sit quietly and rest a few minutes, but wouldn't you know, that's just when a flurry of activity was happening, and I was unable to stay quiet. I made it through, though, and soon the shift was over.
Over to the nursing home, Mom has a loose cough. All the residents are on Tamiflu. Are you asking why am I there? I've already been exposed, I go every day, time will tell.
At home, my wonderful husband's back is feeling better. The two dozen roses he sent yesterday are half open and are absolutely gorgeous. Yum.
I'm ready for bed. I'll write tomorrow.
Warm hugs to all.