From 6/16

I thought I'd scheduled my day to flow perfectly, and it did, perfectly sssllllooooowwwwlllyy. Having my first appt at 11:20 allowed me to drop x off at school, but not until after slathering calamine lotion all over his lower half, a hip, elbow, and wrist. We've been fighting what we thought was poison ivy for a week onlt to find out after it resisted and spread despite using aloe, lotions, swims, and baths that it's poison sumak. X got an appt for the doc too today for some topical steroids. Our hard work at least kept him off the oral stuff, but it didn't control him from threatening the second grade bully with what he thought was contagious poison ivy for stealing his ball. My parents and I left for boston after his 8am drop off and I immediately went back to bed like I usually do on mondays. My weekends are rough. I have a lot of living to squeeze in and more than most last weekend with mom's b-day, pat and grace's graduations, Pierce and Preston's baptisms, and grace's b-day. That's a lot to celebrate. We patiently for weinhouse, my fab pulmonlogist, who runs consistently ten minutes behind. Only at his office did I realize I left behind my pfts which I had done so well requesting, scheduling, attending and collecting the results. UGH! I hate that. Damn chemo brain.