This week was another somewhat uneventful treatment. I had SERIOUS anticipatory nausea this time. The Nurse Practitioner I saw this week said it is a very real thing. One woman who had been in remission for 5 years ran into her oncologist at the mall and promptly puked. Basically, I need to drug up before going from now on.
I had to wait for a treatment chair for over a half hour. While waiting, I was greeted on my FB page to this little gem that seemed to perfectly encapsulate the absurdity of waiting to get chemo. It was a great pick-me-up, so thanks Bob and Mer for both posting this at JUST the right time.
I got seated in a private cube (YES!), but the remote control for the TV was missing (BOO!). Then someone turned it in (YES!). Apparently a patient walked out with it accidentally (chemo brain is ALSO a very real thing). It’s really hard to focus and concentrate for some reason. I have issues with this on a daily basis, but during treatments, especially with the nausea, it’s hard to finish a sentence. So instead of reading the advanced copy of the new book from my favorite writer (SHAMELESS PLUG ALERT: 2 AM at the Cat’s Pajamas by Marie-Helene Bertino… pre-order your copy at http://www.mariehelenebertino.com/2-a-m-at-the-cats-pajamas/ TODAY!), I am only half way finished. The only downtime I have is at chemo but I can’t concentrate enough to read a book I so desperately want to finish!!! It’s annoying really. So I watch the HGTV show “Buying and Selling” or something like that with the twin brothers who are a realtor and contractor who help people get their house ready to sell while trying to find them the house they want to buy. This is about what my brain can handle. Or maybe not… they never choose the house I think they should.
So it was another boring treatment until about 5 minutes before I was finished, I created some unnecessary excitement by spilling my cup of Coke all over my chair, blanket and floor. I used the already soaking-wet blanket to sop up most of the soda on the floor. The nurses yelled at me for doing that, but whatever… the damage was done. I was washing it anyway. So I left yesterday with a soda-soaked blanket in a trashbag and a wet sticky butt.
All-in-all the usual.
Happy Father’s Day everyone!!!