Well, the last 7 days have been interesting to say the least.  Last Monday, I called out sick to work because I was feeling kinda weird. My chest hurt and I thought I was catching a cold.  Then Tuesday, I felt better and went to work. About an hour of being at work, my chest started throbbing and it was kind of hard to catch a breath.  I've never had a heart attack, but I know the Tasigna messes with the heart and I was afraid that something was going on. I finished the day though and went home. I slept terrible. Laying on my stomach was the only way I felt comfort, laying on my side was excruciating, and by the time my alarm was going off, I had decided that there was no way I was going into work until I had my heart looked at. I sent a quick, "I'm going to be late today" email and went back to bed. By 8am the pain was so bad I was sure I was having a heart attack or that I had pneumonia. I woke Chris and said I was going to drive myself to Patient first, or maybe the hospital but that he could go back to sleep (dumb huh? I was in pain and not thinking rationally). We get to the emergency room and they do an EEG (or EKG?) what ever the heart thingy is and it must have been normal. They eventually send me back to ER room and I change into those sexy ass showing gowns they give ya and they hook me back up to heart monitor, and insert an IV into my arm.

At some point a guy comes in to take an xray of my chest, then the doctor comes in to say he's also ordered a CAT scan of my chest and abdomen. He also says that he thinks I have pancreatitis based on my blood results. The normal count in your pancreas is 0-30 and mine was 500. so something was a bit off there. Do the CAT scan and everything looks "unremarkable" and my guts felt a bit insulted. I'm remarkable!! :D

So, the ER doc calls my hematologist to let him know that the chemotherapy has caused my pancreas to throw a temper tantrum and I'm taken off Chemo until.. well.. whenever Dr. Fox says I can take them again. So, we go home with a note for work to be off 4 days and medication to help with the pain. Walking was so painful, bumps were painful, and I dreaded the stairs.

I was put on a liquid diet, broth, soup, juice, water. WOOHOOO. oh the meal possibilities! However, no one said how long to do this thing (and today I'm suffering a bit). All day Wednesday I hurt, and Chris does manage to get me upstairs and I think I took all but two of the pillows so I could sleep sitting upright. By the morning, I felt a bit better. by Thursday night, I could lay on my side but stairs still gave me a fit.  Friday, it was almost like nothing happened.

Last night I ate a piece of chicken and today, I have the achy chest and difficulty walking up stairs. So I called my primary doc and was told nothing spicy or harder than noodles for the next 5 days. a soft diet basically.

enough about me. lets talk Joey.

Baby boy comes over Sunday and practically spends all day with us.. it was a great day! He fusses about work, and how he doesn't want to go and that he's ready to quit, I talk him out of it because you need good job references and never quit a job till you have one lined up. right? that's what I was always taught. anyway.... onward.

he goes to work. The next day I log into face-book and see messages like, "if you see this car, call the police, or joey coller" and "car was stolen, joey roughed up, call police with information to the whereabouts to the car" and I'm like WTF?!  well, about midnight, Sunday, Joey is out on delivery and goes to the house on the ticket. he gets out the car with the pizza's and a guy is standing in front of him holing a flare gun on him, while the other two guys hop in his car. Then as the punks roll down the driveway in Joey's car, he tries to run after them and the punks are yelling at the other guy to "kick his ass". Which he does. With a pipe. on his head.  Joey said that he heard the 'kick his ass' part and before he could turn around and face the fucker, he was clocked in the back of the head and fell to the ground.  When he stumbled up, he was hit in the head again and wobbled but remained on his feet. He kinda remembers being stabbed in the back with something but not sure what. from the way it looks, it was the end of the pipe.

Joey goes into fight mode and starts to fight the guy and wrestles the pipe away and breaks it. Then lands a couple good blows to the punks face and the punk runs to Joey's, now stolen, car and take off. A neighbor had called police, and let joey use the phone to call his dad (but couldn't wake up) and then he called Domino's and someone came to get him. He refused to go to the hospital, but he really should have because by the time Dad and Amber took him to the doctor, it was too late for stitches. And he has two nasty gashes on the back of his head. I felt really bad, because I talked him into going to work that night. I should have said just stay here and keep me company. He probably would have gone to work anyway, but I wish I had kept my mouth shut.

Now good news.  I have another job. I start on June 3 and it will be at the Department of Commerce, in Washington, DC.  I'll be catching the bus at one of the commuter lots, maybe at my church .. I need to investigate the routes. But the pay is great, and I don't have to drive, which is even better, because the meds I'm on make me a bit drowsy and long drives lull me to sleep.

I gotta do some work, (I think my coworkers are plotting something cuz I hear a lot of people going into Gretchens office and money for.. and whispering). guess we'll find out in the next two days. haha

until tomorrow. I have work to do.