When I went to my radiation therapy appointment today, I told the nurse I was in a lot of pain. She said, “This is only your 12th treatment. It’s a little bit early for you to be in so much pain.” Thanks. Not helping. She asked if I wanted to see the doctor after my treatment and I told her I did.
Instead, I got another nurse. She asked me if the “magic mouthwash” the doctor gave me last week was helping at all. It has lidocaine in it, so it’s supposed to numb my throat. But instead, it burns when it hits the back of my throat, then just numbs my tongue. I told her so.
The nurse offered to give me a narcotic prescription and said I could see the doctor tomorrow. I still have some pain pills left from my port insertion surgery, so I declined the prescription until I have a chance to see the doctor.
After today, I have 23 more radiation sessions (about 4 1/2 weeks). I’m hoping they can come up with some way to keep me comfortable without doping me up to the point where I can’t do my work. As a side note, the article I’m currently working on is about the long-term side effects of head and neck radiation. I really didn’t need to know any of that. But I almost never look at the subject before accepting an assignment, so it was too late to decline.
On a happier note, a friend stopped by to visit with me today. It was nice catching up with her. And my best friend is planning to stop by for a few days on her way to a job in Orlando (although she may change her mind when she sees this post). I’m not exactly a barrel of laughs right now.