OK, about 9am I called my oncologist's office to see exactly what time my appointment was. I THOUGHT it was at 1PM, but the office informed it was at 9:45am. So I showered in record time, and made it to the office with 5 minutes to spare. I go back in six weeks or so. Jenn and I talked about the whole MUGA thing, and that it might be a good idea to know if my ejection fraction on my heart had changed since chemo can sometimes damage the heart. The office called the hospital and it turned out they had time available right then, so they invited me to come over right away.
I went and had the MUGA, and should find out what my ejection fraction is at this point in time before Friday. It will be helpful for the surgeon to know if there's been a change. It was 66% before chemo started, and 45% is considered within normal range. So, we'll see what the new normal for me is, or if there's been any change.
OK so I rush back home because they're going to deliver my new bed today. About 10 minutes after I get in the house the deliver guy calls. So I just did make it. They took out the old bed, and so I had an opportunity to really clean the dust and odds and ends that had migrated up under the bed. There's just one problem. I tripped on the support slat, and fell over like a giant redwood going down. The siderail scraped some skin off my right ankle, but the real deamage was my left shoulder. I hit it straight on and heard a crack. It hurt. It still hurts. I can't move it in certain ways. But the ER doc says the x-rays do not indicate a break. He does recommend I see an orthopaedist tomorrow. I know that something bad is wrong. I don't know what, but it's not good.
I have no idea if this will impact the surgical plans for Monday or not. I'm totally frustrated with myself for being such a klutz and for increasing the immediate suckiness of my life. Updates to follow as I figure out what the heck I've done to myself! Geeezzzz. The good news is I really, really like my new bed.