I'm less than a week into this thing, but this cancer bullshit is lame and boring. I'm ready to move on. I'd like to think I have much better things to do with my time.
I got my second dose of Idarubicin at about 11. This is what Idarubicin looks like going in, kind of like strawberry jam. At 12, I had my first wave of nausea. But Amie's spotify playlist is helping with that. I heard somewhere once that reggae is the best music for calming down a baby. I'm wondering if the same might be true of chemo patients.
I got a bad headache this morning taking a shower. This might have been precipitated by the logic puzzle obstacle course involved in actually getting into the shower. Heart monitor came off, dressings got wrapped up, and I was ready to go. Then I realized that when you put on a t-shirt, and then get hooked up to an IV that can't be disconnected for a week, it's sort of tricky to take the t-shirt off. How do you think I did it? And what do you think I'm wearing now?
Since I'm crabby, I'd like to point out my favorite features of my room. I have a TV to watch in bed on one of those arms that can rotate get pulled around in every direction. I can watch comedy central, which means I get a South Park mini-marathon every night. What could be better? I also have a private bathroom, and my very own pee hat, which shall be named Hesperidpees. Niko contributed this name, I think it's fitting. Thanks Niko. Mom contributed the soft sheets and blanket, and the beach poster now hanging on my wall. Then there's this guy, who still needs a name, contributed by Brent.
I guess I just gave away what I'm wearing. It's the drapes I pulled off the windows.
Just kidding.
Or am I?
I got my second dose of Idarubicin at about 11. This is what Idarubicin looks like going in, kind of like strawberry jam. At 12, I had my first wave of nausea. But Amie's spotify playlist is helping with that. I heard somewhere once that reggae is the best music for calming down a baby. I'm wondering if the same might be true of chemo patients.
I got a bad headache this morning taking a shower. This might have been precipitated by the logic puzzle obstacle course involved in actually getting into the shower. Heart monitor came off, dressings got wrapped up, and I was ready to go. Then I realized that when you put on a t-shirt, and then get hooked up to an IV that can't be disconnected for a week, it's sort of tricky to take the t-shirt off. How do you think I did it? And what do you think I'm wearing now?
Since I'm crabby, I'd like to point out my favorite features of my room. I have a TV to watch in bed on one of those arms that can rotate get pulled around in every direction. I can watch comedy central, which means I get a South Park mini-marathon every night. What could be better? I also have a private bathroom, and my very own pee hat, which shall be named Hesperidpees. Niko contributed this name, I think it's fitting. Thanks Niko. Mom contributed the soft sheets and blanket, and the beach poster now hanging on my wall. Then there's this guy, who still needs a name, contributed by Brent.
I guess I just gave away what I'm wearing. It's the drapes I pulled off the windows.
Just kidding.
Or am I?
Got the shocking news from your mom today. Very sorry to hear about what you're having to go through, Sarah. It's nice that you've taken the time and difficult effort to tell us all about what you're going through on this blog--I'm sure it's so much better than having to repeat it to people in person or on the phone. And it's nice to see you've got a healthy and sideways humor in reflecting on it!
ReplyDeleteWe hope they're taking good care of you at the VA and will use all the newest helpful treatments at their disposal. And we hope all goes well with tomorrow's tests. We're cheering for the tattoo! But we're neutral on the pee hat.
Tom & Linda