August 11, 2008
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Oh Sure....
So at this point, I have all the Oxycontin I need. Woot! Unfortunately, I have a headache that feels like a "too-moor" and a boob that feels like a Gatling Gun.
I started puking last night at about 7pm and continued on the hour until about 7ish this morning. I became inordinately attached to my Ice Cream Carton which seemed nicer to puke in than the toilet. All I did was yell "hep me hep me". Jeebus. I knew at the time I was yelling that it was completely bizarre - but it seemed to alleviate the pain. So that's me, turned into some sort of 1930's farm-boy crouched around his (plastic) farm dog Jess, who happens to be shaped like a bucket...
And my brain is going all over the place. When you are in this sort of space - mortality and higher thoughts go out the window.That was last week, when I had the luxury. This week is about waking up, not throwing up, not scaring the kids, not crying, not freaking out your partner. All I have managed to do in the past week, is s.u.r.v.i.v.e.
Wow.
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Reminding me of what I sort of almost but didn't quite experience, years ago, when Marvis kept encouraging me to take a three-day holiday (EVERY FRIGGIN' WEEK) to South Florida and its Monday and Wednesday Scrabble Club meeting nights so that she could puke her guts out in private.
I'm rooting for you to beat this. In the meantime, I'll read. And continue to virtually hold your hand.
xoxoxo
oh honey.
and survive is all you should expect of yourself.
Hugs and uplifting puke buckets to you.
eat the elephant one bite at a time (I hope that thought didn't make you puke).
I imagine they've given you all the anti-puking things that are available? How about the patch behind the ear? They were very invested in me not puking -- they'd given me radioactive iodine, which meant if I puked, all the radioactivity would be all over their hospital and not safely confined to my insides. If they haven't offered you the ear patch, ask about it. If you need the name, I'll get it for you.
Mine was really short-term and mild, though, in comparison to what I hear from others. In fact, I don't know if it qualified as "chemo" or "radiation." (Just like me to care about classification.)
And I hear you about the mortality thoughts and all that. Once you're in it, you're in it, and you just hack away one minute/hour/day/pain/puke at a time.
Thinking of you daily.
Thinking of you. I love the ice cream bucket. If you're gonna barf, do it right!
((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))
and obviously one of my arms is shorter than the other.
@mrspowpow - Holy shit Powwow, you make me laugh.
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