My friend W, Director of Nursing Operations for the Cancer Center and Mother of The Lovely Daughter's apartment-mate, stopped by to see me yesterday morning. I told her the good, bad, and ugly, as she is actually in a position to pass along praise, and to effect change where no praise is due.
She and her older daughter, a brand-new peds oncology nurse, came over to the house last night to help me with a procedure I cannot manage on my own. ("See where all that Montessori education got us?" I said.)
And they both laughed at my rx ("This is a peds dosage!") and told me to double it and shorten the time between dosages. As a result, I actually got some sleep last night, and made some physical progress.
Things I Can Now Do: Get up from a chair by myself. And sit back down.