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Lucky #13 Today was chemo #13, the start of the 2nd last cycle. Three more, yeow. Today was pretty normal. I had nothing to say to the doctor and he had nothing to say to me so he and my dad discussed the newspaper and he poked me. Chemo went in the left arm today. My veins are getting clever and very good at hiding but we managed with one poke today. Three more times, I think they can hold out. If not, they're out of there. I've got no time for these childish veins. Everything went fine, pretty quickly. A nurse spilled my drink on the floor, that was entertaining for about a minute and a half. The rest of the time was spent listening to Alakline Trio, Hot Water Music and Small Brown Bike and reading The Little Prince. I also watched some people and peed on two occasions. I don't pee as much at chemo these days. I think my bladder is getting in shape. I got that saline taste in my mouth real bad this time. Bleehh. I slept in a weird position on the way home and now my neck hurts. I slept when I got home resulting in pillow marks on my face leading to being made fun of. I like being made fun of. No one remembered to put my Neupogen in the fridge when we got home. Hot drugs! Oh yes, this is exciting. My white blood cell count was low today, at 3.5 or something like that (should be above 4). My neutrophils were at 1.2 (should be above 2) and they have to be at 1.5 for chemo except no one really cares about that so I got chemo anyway. Neupogen should prevent that and I got crazy back pain with it last time and this is the thanks I get. I've become very bored with this whole chemo thing and I just don't care to pay attention to side effects anymore. I feel like throwing up, although I won't (I haven't so far and don't plan to any time soon. Now that I've said that I'll be violently ill for the next 3 days), but I just don't care. At the beginning I would pay attention to every minor detail and figure out what was causing what side effects and yada yada yada. Nausea doesn't bother me so much when I just carry on. The hair on my legs... oh it's just beautiful. It was warm out today, so I wore shpants (short pants for those with no understanding of the height of fashion) to show off my stunning legs. I got no comments but I could sense the jealousy in some people. Although you can't see the hair until you're about a foot away from my legs, they still knew. My eyebrows are barely hanging on. It's kind of funny becuase I can still move my eyebrows, or the part where they should be but it's just my forehead moving. Hard to explain but damn funny to watch in the mirror for extended periods of time. I need to find the face paint and experiment with different eyebrow styles. I find I look pretty stupid without eyebrows. Most people do. You never realize it, but they can make or break a face. And mine's broken. aw. My teeth are really sensitive these days. I was like "man, why do you guys need to be brushed at least twice a day, it's so annoying" and they started crying. And also really cold things make them hurt, but I've developed a new way of drinking cold drinks without having the liquid touch my front teeth. Brilliant, I tell you. Of course, half the drink ends up on my shirt but at least I'm not making my teeth cry. I was told at the beginning not to floss during treatment since I could make myself bleed and that's bad. But the other night I just couldn't resist. I didn't make myself bleed but suddenly I want to floss all the time. It's so fun. Since being off prednisone, I've redeveloped my ability to sleep in. I still can't fall asleep until about 3 but I much prefer this sleeping pattern. Mornings are stupid and should be avoided as much as possible. Waking up at noon is ideal because then you can just go straight to lunch and lunch is so much more fun than breakfast. One of my new favourite feelings is waking up and thinking it's around 7 or 8 am (since no amount of sleep leaves me feeling "rested") and then rolling over and realizing it's 12:30. Fantastic. It's time for Zofran. Highlight of the day: Dad putting the salt and pepper shakers (which are supposed to stay on the table) on the tray in the cafeteria and sending it to the tray return. Again, you had to be there. Too bad you weren't! Oh and also I liked it when we were waiting at an intersection and there was a car beside us with a man in it, and he saw me as we went by, but then sloooooowly moved his car up beside ours and I looked over at him and he was staring at me but immediately looked away. One of the most horribly executed "What? I'm not looking at you!" attempts I've ever seen. He definitely should have opted for the slight eye shift over the shoulder "I was simply looking past you but my eyes grazed the space you are occupying temporarily en route to said location beyond said space" rather than a full-out 180 degree upper body rotation. However, I give him credit for the speed at which he performed the "Damn, I've gots ta get anotha look at that" car approach. A solid effort with room for improvement. I've yet to determine if his staring was caused by a) my stunning beauty or b) my incredibly unusual lack of hair and eyebrows. I'll look into it. Six more weeks, three more chemos and a whole lotta fun* in between. *:the word fun in this context is defined by - "waking up at noon, staring at walls, taking drugs, buying things on ebay, going to the post office, taking showers/baths, talking to oneself and dancing with oneself". It may or may not also consist of attempting to communicate with a feline in order to boost feelings of self-importance and self-worth. It may also consist of reduced cognitive functioning resulting in being horrible at explaining anything more complex than simple math and a reduced vocabulary leading to most explanations of anything being similar to "uh... uh... you know... that thing that.. yeah....." It is very likely that it involves making faces in the mirror for periods of time longer than most would deem "normal". |
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