Well, it has been some time since my last post, which says a great deal about the toxic waste they’ve pumped through my collapsing veins. The weekend had some milestones to speak of, which was getting to a meeting all by my little self and showering and dressing myself like a big boy. But Monday was CHEMO DAY!
The actual process of getting chemo is quite simple; you sit in what is a comfortable chair (for the first 20 minutes or so), pretty nurses hook you to an IV attached to which are a number of plastic bags. These bags are supposed to contain the key to my recovery, but personally I’m convinced that they’re filled with toxic waste from wherever it may be found, sewage, garbage, last week’s rotting veggies from kitchen. Then it’s “We’ll see ya’ in about 4 ½ hours.”
Well after about 4 ½ hours of this crap you’re not only weakened, but mangled as well. That comfy chair you thought you were sitting in turned out to be an iron maiden and you don’t even want to know about the contents of those bags and the only comfortable position is what’s commonly referred to as a blackout.
So yesterday I did nothing, and I mean nothing. I went to radiation, came home and ate lunch. All that chewing took so much out of me I went to bed until dinner time, followed by some limited mastication (tortilla soup & pork tamales don’t take too much effort in that regard) and back to bed.
So today I need to respond to some calls that I couldn’t attend to in the last few days. But chemo is now 3 weeks away and I should be able to carry on blogging away like the terror typing demon that I truly am.
Onward through the chemo induced fog…
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