The Return of the Feeling Good

Ahh, saturday. After a few days of felling dodgy i am beginning to feel normal again. The waves of nausea this time were different than the last - the first few days i didn't feel anything (besides of course my own self inflicted food poisoning, see below) and then the next few days (thurs and fri) were a bit sickly, thursday by far being the worst. Thursday nite i came home and Siobhan made Pastina (little star pasta) with butter, which i shoveled in like a zombie spooning warm brains then trundled off to bed at the rockin hour of 730. Slept right thru to the morning, i did, waking up at 730am thinking i could use a bit more sleep. Which i have to say is a bit normal for the few days after chemo, i wake up and feel nausea, eat something, feel slightly better but still not good enough to get going, and then just make myself get dressed and leave the house for work. As soon as i get moving it's alright - friday morning i realized i was fine when i found myself (a scant hour after lying on the couch clutching the hot water bottle to my embattled stomach bemoaning my fate of having to leave the house for the day) hanging off a scaffolding by one leg switching out the battery on a stop-motion camera. It was only twelve feet above the ground on a dusty construction site that the thought ran thru my mind that potentially i was no longer nauseous.

So work continued as it does, i have found that the tactic of eating as soon as i start to feel bad still works, the trick being finding something tasty that is fast and close to the office. One of my current answers is the delightful ham and cheese on croissant from the Paris Bakery around the corner from my office. Full disclosure-it is actually a vietnamese sandwich place, but since they make fresh bread (and i assume are infatuated with Paris as a possible conceptual reality) they call is Paris, and i guess once you call a place Paris you might as well start selling croissants with ham and american cheese on them. Which i guess works out for me at this juncture so i'll stop complaining. Vive la France!

Friday nite was nice, even though it was raining cats, i met Siobhan and Alexis and we went to China Mirch in Murray Hill. We have been chatting about this type of food (chinese food made for the Indian Palette) for a while so were excited to try. Unfortunately we needed to bring a few more people (tho that would have made getting a table at this very full place on friday nite a rather imposing prospect) in order to try all the tempting concoctions on the menu. we finally settled on fried okra (which was presented like frites ) lollipop chicken ( little legs dipped in some mystery Eastern spice combination, my faves) basil fish (yum) stir fried tofu and veg (good shrooms) and singapore noodles (not enough curry). Overall a steller meal, made even better by the date pancakes and ice cream we had for desert.

maybe i should change the focus of the blog from "ive got cancer" to "stuff i am eating while i happen to be going thru this cancer thing"


Grace, i have been rambling haven't i? OK back to work for all of you, with one more recommendation - go see /rent "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" , it is amazing, all shot from the point of view of a guy who is paralyzed and can only blink one eye.