Well I am happy to say that I made it through my first treatment. I took it like a chump…Oh! I mean champ! It was weird to site in a room with others all hooked up to some IV machinery. Strange because you know they are all going through similar feelings and similar reactions, but most seem stoic and non-communicative. I walked in asking where the bar was and what time cocktails are served. Everyone was deadpan (not to be punny)….Well the nurses thought it was funny atleast. I tried to rally the troops but they were not interested. Maybe my next crown will be better. I guess I have to learn my Audience.
I do understand being fearful of what is going on, but I can’t act afraid…that is like giving in. Luckily when I was sick in my 20’s I realize I was to young and stupid to fear the worst. So I made it through with relatively unscathed. (physically that is – emotionally, well many have tried to figure that tangled web out, but alas no one has yet to succeed). I will fight it all the urge to become morbid— as long as possible. Though I admit spending some of my time at treatment today on my Ipad watching Celebrity Apprentice, Watching NeNe and Latoya has a slight morbidity to it as well….But it is like watching a train wreck, I can’t avert my eyes….
They say that the nausea and fatigue may start this evening. I hope not, but I will combat it with compozine. I hope this is how it will be throughout, cause I can deal with this. Though I am pretty sure that I will have to act sicker when my husband is around. You know just to get him to do more stuff — and of course Mother’s Day is Sunday, not feeling well can usually increase the value of the gift. No No, don’t think me cold and calculating, I am just helping him be a better gift giver. And that is the job of a wife – to help the husband be the best he can be!
Oh kids are home, gotta to go for a while…
TTYL (IINTU _ if I ‘m not throwing up).