Mike’s Thing

4/3/2025

So, I got to play with the electric mower that the previous owners of my condo left behind. After attempting, and failing, to use my extension cord to power the damn thing. And then my partner went to CVS, and Safeway, and was unable to find a 2-prong extension cord that would work. And so we ended up at Home Depot today to find a 12′ cord when we only needed 6″, but whatever. It worked.

I was doubtful of the mower at first, but it got the job done. Dragging around a cord is a PITA, so I’d definitely go with a battery powered one if I was buying one, but this one “conveyed” with the condo, so whatever. It works.

Chemo has decided to fuck with my face, a little, which is annoying. Enter Aquaphor, which is something like Neosporin but twice as slimy and might help, apparently. Essentially I have red patches on both sides of my face next to my schnozz, and above my eyebrows/schnozz. So I covered them in slime, and I’m hoping that will help. Of course once my laundry’s done I’ll be washing all of that shit off in the shower, and then replacing it with another coat, but whatever. I’m trying.

Going back to my origin story a little, my second seizure was essentially the same as the first, I woke up to my leg having a private party I wasn’t invited to, and a mess to clean up. I told my partner, and ignored it again.

And then the third one like 4 weeks later finally got my attention. Not because of anything special about it, but it convinced me they weren’t going to stop. And so, just like the other two, I cleaned up the mess, told my partner, ordered and picked up breakfast, went to work, did my job, and then when I came back to the office at the end of the day I told my supervisor that I had a medical problem, and would be going to urgent care directly. I kept it very vague, because I like the guy and didn’t want him to end up in a challenging position involving HR and HIPAA and all of that. He still doesn’t know, not really, and it’s been a while and we’ve talked a couple of times.

Urgent care, and what came next, is for another post. My laundry’s almost done, and after my shower I’m supposed to provide dinner one way or another. Domino’s messaged me earlier tonight, I’m sure they can come up with something that’ll work.

To be continued.

3/31/2025

I’m baaaaaaaaack!

So, as tends to happen from time to time in my life, puppies tripped over the power cords. All of them. And some of them had something to do with hosting my blog’s site, or at least that’s what I’m going with, because I asked someone else to host my blog for a reason. Definitely not my area of expertise.

After a conversation with the puppy provider of his internet, and a ticket with some other puppy technician or something, the blog’s back. No medical problems were involved in any way, at least not this time.

I’ve been in treatment for a week and a half at this point, I think… Radiation only on weekdays but chemo every night. I lay down on a flat board loosely related to a Cat Scan or MRI machine, without the tube, and they blast my head with targeted radiation for a few minutes. It’s pretty quick and painless, so far, thankfully. And it’s supposed to shrink the tumor, I think? The side effects are similar to sunburn, but not significant yet. And fatigue, but I like naps so whatever.

Then there’s the chemo. Around 11:20 every night, I sit down at my computer desk in my office, throw on a Nitrile glove, and get ready to swallow poison pills. It’s what they are, they’re poison. Their goal is to prevent the growth of more tumor cells, while also doing various bad things to the rest of my body. Thankfully, the side effects have been pretty minor, so far, but they have made my right hand/arm subject to actual puppy attacks. My skin’s a little fragile, basically. I’m using some cream called Aquasomethingsomething. We’ll see.

Oh yeah, I have a foster puppy. She’s a 2 month old beagle-something-something, that I definitely need to figure out how to put pictures of on here. She’s a handful, and a terrorist, and … shit, I better be careful or someone will take her to El Salvador. She really likes to bite … everyone, and scratch everyone, and her housetraining is questionable at best, so she’s a foster puppy. And I love her, for her brief stay at my new Puppy Palace. The cat does _not_ love her, and my two senior-ish dogs are still deciding. Gizmo plays the part of Uncle Gizmo as always, and Crystal … mostly barks at her to keep her in line. Her name is Neveah, which took my roomy/partner and I several days to figure out was Heaven backwards.

I think something involving dinner is coming soon, maybe, so I’m going to wrap up for the moment. And drop some pictures in here, which will definitely go as planned, right?

To be continued.

3/20/2025

Started targeted radiation and chemo today/tonight. So far so good, but it’s a long road and I’m just getting started.

Family and friends are here for me, my puppies are settling into the new condo and routines, and the condo is getting closer to looking like we live here for real. We’ll get there.

Something that is hard to understand for some, but is very important nonetheless, is that I feel fine. And while that is something I’m pretty sure everyone says to make other people feel better, it’s still true. As I described before, I broke a toe on my foot, (fully healed), I broke some little pieces of my shoulder, (still healing), but otherwise I’m fine.

My uninvited guest is currently under control thanks to modern medicine, and my treatments in progress are hopefully going to keep it that way.

Time to get some sleep.

To be continued.

3/17/2025 (Debi Day)

Was a good weekend, even if GMU lost in the final A-10 conference match to VCU, (where my youngest sibling graduated from, even if they weren’t into sports). Went to all 3 games with family, and had a great family dinner on Saturday, including family that took the train down from Philly just for the afternoon/evening/night.

Debi day, for reference, is a lifelong (essentially) friend whose birthday happens to fall on St. Patrick’s day, so we’ve been celebrating in various ways together for something like 25 years. To include opening/occupying bars for the entire day, but that’s been a few years. We were younger then, heh.

My radiation/chemo was supposed to start tomorrow, (3/18), but apparently my insurance company decided that wasn’t how they wanted things to go, so it’s been pushed to Thursday, (3/20), with a giant question mark hanging above all of the related appointments that had to be pushed in response. I’m so glad I have multiple people that also are now hanging around under the question mark in question, because I can’t tell them with any certainty what’s going to happen next.

Speaking of the chemo, the nurse practitioner that told me about the delivery was very certain at the time that someone would have to be home to receive it. Friday, the 14th, I received multiple notifications that the package was out for delivery, by UPS, about 90 minutes before it was physically possible for that to be true, (unless it was shipping from a time zone somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean), and then I saw the guy deliver/drop the box at my front door about halfway through the GMU/GWU game. While we were at Capital One Arena in DC. Definitely not home. Oh well.

When we got home that night, I moved the box onto our coffee table, where it sat for the next ~24 hours. I wasn’t ready to face it quite yet. When I did eventually open it, it was just a lot of pill bottles, and it still is just that, it’s just in a desk drawer now to keep it away from the puppies. I’ll have to open them soon… maybe Thursday?

To be continued.

3/14/2025

So, about 6 weeks before I went into the hospital (2/21), I woke up about 5 in the morning. My left leg was thrashing around out of control, and I had no idea what was going on.

At some point, I kicked the wall/bed frame/something, and slammed my shoulder into something as well. Broke my 4th toe on my left foot (mostly recovered now), and broke some small apparently important pieces of bone in my left shoulder (still recovering).

I also made a mess, (urinary incontinence is the technical term), but you can look that up if you want. I had to do laundry, I’ll leave it at that.

So, I took care of my sheets, ignored the rest for the most part, got dressed, and went on with my usual morning routine. Told my roommate I had a rough night, (alcohol was involved, as it was every night at that time), ordered breakfast from Wendy’s, drove there, drove to work, and did my usual job delivering pharmaceuticals throughout the Greater DC Metro area.

As it turns out, I could/should have made better choices, legally at least, but when has that ever stopped me? I didn’t hurt anyone, so at least there’s that.

I need a shower, today’s going to be a good day. Going to the GMU/GWU basketball game, A-10 tournament quarterfinals, thanks to my family. And no, I’m not driving any time soon, if ever again.

To be continued.