Doin' the Funky Chicken

this is me in mid-chew. you can see the portable scrabble tile in the lower left (thanks suzanne!).
So had second session today, all went well. Am back up to 178 lbs, which is good, soon I will be back in bizness in the upper 180s. I must say I didn’t like 170, it made my butt too boney and nowhere I sat was comfy.



Dad and Siobhan joined me for the session, we again started scrabble a bit too late to finish the game, when all the chemicals were in me we were all neck and neck, within a few points of each other. We decided that the game was far from over and that this contest would be decided at another time. Hopefully next time I won’t be passing out free shots at the triple word boxes like I was today… I blame the chemicals.



They gave me a different kind of anti-nausea this time, it was a “push” which means a very large syringe filled with drugs that they put in thru the little arm port they put in me each time I come to chemo. It supposedly lasts for five days, which I believe, as it is now Wednesday afternoon as I write this and I have felt little or no nausea from the drugs this time (yet, knock on wood, last time day three was the roughest)



The only problem I had yesterday was my own fault, as I got a little peckish in the early evening and had a snack. UNFORTUNATELY that snack was some old chicken – I took a bite and then another, decided it tasted “off” and spit it out, throwing the rest away. Little did I know that this one taste, this paltry morsel of poultry would go on to do such damage and cause so much discomfort.



I eventually ate a real dinner, and as I was still feeling good went back to the office to work on a flyer for the Bindlestiff Family Cirkus (thanks caution), whom I had been wanting to do something for for quite some time and was determined to do something nice for, chemo and sleep be damned. Finishing around 9, I took a cab home and got to bed around 11. Then around 2 it hit – a sharp stomach pain that for some reasons known only to the uncounscious my brain decided to call C6. (WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF BODILY FUNCTIONS AHEAD. PROCEED ACCORDINGLY) Then it was up and down all night, barfing and reeling, half passed out on the couch with alternating cups of soon to be returned ginger and peppermint tea. Thank goodness I had at least cleaned the bathroom the day before so I had someplace clean to purge in. In hindsight, I could have done with some kaopectate tho as it took a few hours to get everything up, I think around 630 the stomach finally stopped cramping enough to crawl back to the bedroom. Siobhan was nice enough (seeing that she was up anyway at this unholy hour to make her work start time of 830) to go get me some ginger ale and a hot water bottle from downstairs, which calmed my raging inner midsection enough to let me finally grab a few hours of blissful sleep. What a lady!



Work was nice enough today to reschedule my noon for 4 so i still was able to do everything i needed to do. Thank goodness for all you accommodating people out there...