And so the games begin. I am not even sure if this is another quote from Harry Potter and triwizard cup. It actually is task 3 - task one being getting through diagnostics, task 2 my first chemo cocktail and now task 3. I like being proactive so I am writing now in broad daylight because for all I know I can be possessed by a devil by the evening and I have already gotten plenty of calls and texts. This is how the red devil looks in real life. I was warned that it can color my urine red. Well, it is already bright yellow from B-complex so I am curious to see if it is going to turn bright orange (I remember fondly Woopie Goldberg being an MC at Oscars and cracking a joke about Pocahontas. She said, “I’d like to know the color of MY wind”). I can’t really say I feel the sparks of red circulating in my blood. My counts were disappointing at the least and I have to get yet the new stuff tomorrow - Nulasta and people say it is going to give me a lot of pain. But don’t they say, no pain, no gain.
Ironically, I dressed up as a red devil twice for Halloween. First in 2017:
and then in 2022:
Little did I know….
As I said, I like to be prepared, so today I am here with my nausea inhaler, nausea tincture and bracelets. My bracelets are wooden and crocheted beads from Chicos, so that I can roll them at the acupressure points for nausea if I need to. So far, so good but they say it kicks in later. Good thing I did not plan for lavish dinner with dessert. But nowadays I laugh at myself by probably looking more and more weird. I put on my new beanie today and I just wanted something on it so I dug out a butterfly I bought in Toledo in 1998. It is minted, black with silver and gold and I don’t think it has ever been used. So with the butterfly, bracelets, beanie, and painted eyebrows with no eyelashes the only thing I am missing is a skull amulet on the necklace and some funky brooch on my T-shirts. Ideas are welcome for the next trip to chair 19 (and it is not a lift in Mammoth!!!!). I walked in here today and realized I DID NOT miss it much over the last 3 weeks. Oh, and the very last funny thing I am going to share today: my new nausea medicine is called Emend. First I thought it was Iman which sounded a lot like an Arabic name. Now when I do know the spelling it sounds more like amends. And, of course, I refused ANY and ALL steroids (truthfully they were not even offered to me :)))
So Amends (i.e. Emend is making me fuzzy), fortunately not fuzzy drunk otherwise I would be making inappropriate uninhibited comments. But it does feel a bit like a glass of wine. Cheers to everyone!