Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


2 more to go

After chemo early yesterday J and I had a quick lunch together at a Mexican restaurant. I had to stop on the middle of eating as a wave of nausea hit me. I love to ruin lunches that we rarely have alone. Once we got home I changed into more comfortable clothing and laid in bed. I never came downstairs afterwards. The only time I did was to throw up. I was the epitome of potato.

Today wasn’t much different except that the site of my picc is bleeding a little and is causing a lot of constant discomfort. It burns and pinches from where the picc is inserted into my arm to the inner armpit. It is still swollen 5 days post insertion. The nurse that changed my dressing instructed that I inform Dr P if there was pain after a few days. I have 2 days left of infusion and another dressing change on Wednesday. I didn’t have any of these symptoms with my last picc so I am concerned that there may be something wrong with this one. Dr P is currently on rounds so his NP told me that I need to see a clinician – but I can schedule an appointment without an order. The NP told the Triage Nurse that he can’t put an order in a different location. I am getting the back and forth run around I feel. And I’m tired.

I got a call back they have an clinic that is similar to that of an urgent care – as long as it’s not something major they can take a look at it. I have an appointment scheduled for 5:30pm right when I get done with chemo.

My app just confirmed that my appointment is at 3:00pm. Sigh why is this so hard? I feel like a literal dumpster fire but I have to call back and forth and back and forth. I literally don’t have this in me and scraping fumes out of an empty barrel. So I’m back no the phone to explain that the scheduling was incorrect it should be 5:30pm not 3:00pm. I have chemo that starts at 3:00pm and I have not yet figured out how to be in two places at one time. And hour later…the original scheduler called and said she couldn’t put it in the system as 5:30pm so had to put it in as 3:00pm. Maybe you could have told me that?

Infusion nurses aren’t thrilled with the insertion site and that it looks infected and swollen so they want it to be checked out by the clinician.

Ultrasound ordered for tomorrow. Potential blood clot but because it’s in the upper extremity it’s unlikely to go to my lungs. Apparently the ones on the lower extremities tend to flow to the lungs. The more you know….



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About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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