I was kind of a baby yesterday at chemo. Not because they poked me a total of 7 times before they could get any blood and blew a vein, but because they ended up putting the IV right in the crook of my elbow and anytime I moved my arm it would slow down the drip….and it made me NOT happy. I couldn’t type OR play Draw Something on my phone. End of the world right? I have about 50 games of Draw Something going……I’m trying to get enough coins to upgrade my colors so I don’t have to draw BLUE trees anymore. I just watched a few movies I had with me and tried to nap a little. The good news was that I wasn’t the last one there yesterday……a few stragglers behind me!
I always go into chemo with cheekbones….and 8 hours later after all the fluid has entered my body I look like a swollen chipmunk! This is mid-way chipmunk:
It was kind of a really long day for the first time. Typing always passes the time. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m typing….I just write and write and write. I did pass the time trying to figure out what flavor jelly belly I picked out of the bag without looking. I’d gag every time I got popcorn…..I should have picked all of those out first.
I begged Dr. Luke to let this be my last week of chemotherapy. He sympathizes. He can tell it’s getting worse and worse with the Cisplatin. I haven’t been able to sleep at all and I have hot flashes all the time. I can tell that my ovaries are slowly dying. I tried so hard to maybe get my eggs frozen before I was blasted with chemotherapy….but there just wasn’t anytime or the cancer would have taken over my body. Maybe they’ll recuperate…..or maybe I’m going into early menopause……either way these little guys are suffering big time. I tell my sister Perry that she better have twins soon…..and I’ll take one…..the cutest one haha. A daily conversation here:
Boo: WHEN can I have a sister?
Me: Diesel’s your brother….and you make him wear dresses….that’s pretty close right?
Boo: Diesel is a DOG.
I went in for my Neulasta shot. Every time they inject it in my stomach I say “$4,950…..get into my belly”! Yes, this tiny little “I want to be a grown up shot, but I’m just a wee little shot” is $4,950. Each one. Maybe because it’s so cute and miniature? Small things always seem to cost more. If it was a 4 foot shot it would probably cost 49 cents.
Oh my gosh….I have to share my newest thing. Since I’ve had trouble sleeping they prescribed me Ambien…..which seemed to help a little. BUT the thing that helped them most? A simple bar of soap under the bottom sheet of my bed…..placed down by my feet. I was researching “restless leg syndrome” a few months back for Mr. LBB and came across this remedy. No one knows why it works but it does. Mr. LBB has been using it for months. I had the most restless legs last night and the second I unwrapped a bar of soap and put it down by feet…..instantly the restlessness was gone. It’s not hokey….it really works. I’ll take it. Some people say to use Dove soap…..the Irish Spring worked fine. If anyone knows why it works I’d love to know!
I’m feeling pretty good today. I keep laughing at this one episode yesterday. A very elderly lady was wheeled in by a caretaker and every time they told her something she couldn’t hear what they said and it just reminded me of the telephone game except that she would yell her response SO loud….I’ve made up the name. It made me sad but also made me giggle. I was delirious. She was so glamorous looking too with these huge big dark glasses on. Maybe she was a famous actress long ago or something…..I do live near Palm Springs you know.
Just imagine Mrs. S’s voice in a loud, parrot-like voice:
Nurse: Mrs. Smith, let me get your schedule.
Mrs. S: WHAT??? MY FEATHER?
Nurse: No, your schedule.
Mrs. S: FEATHER?
Nurse: Schedule. Schedule.
Mrs. S: MY PLEASURE?
Nurse: No…….your schedule. Oh never mind.
Mrs. S: MY MIND?
Mrs. S: I need to go to bathroom.
Caretaker: You have your diaper on.
Mrs. S: PIPER?
Caretaker (trying to be discrete): DI…..PER.
Mrs. S: Oh.
Nurse: Ok, we’re done here. We will see you next week.
Mrs. S: TEETH? WHAT ABOUT MY TEETH?
Nurse: NEXT WEEK.