Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Started ye olde chemo today. So far so good. No real nausea or anything of the sort. Some massive fatigue, but that may have been last night's sleep, or stress, as well. Took a nap (hence the bedhead), and I think I'm fine.
Chemo got off to a bad start, but that's just how things go. The nurse accidentally went right through my vein (ouch #1), and hit a nerve in my wrist (ouch #2)... But it was smooth sailing from there on, I suppose.
I'm really considering a port-a-cath right now. It's a subdermal implant in the chest that gives them a line right into a main artery, and it minimizes the risk of vein damage. However, it also raises the risk of infection, as it is minor surgery. But I'd get to feel like an awesome cyborg, 'cause I'd have a "port".
Three last things of note. 1. Cancer patients are fucking annoying. Always living under the strange delusion that everyone wants to hear about their illness. (Haha, oh, the irony). 2. I'm having a very tough time with people. I'm getting the sense that I'm being seen as "damaged goods" or at the very least unable to take care of myself. 3. The african place downtown is officially on notice. I've tried to get food from them twice in the last week or so, and though they claim to be open, their doors show otherwise, and they have no hours posted!
Ooh, I think something's a-brewin'. Nausea med time, methinks.