Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I woke up at 8:30, and felt fine. I'm still feeling alright, but I just took the Kytril. I wonder how I'll be in a little while.
Chemo sucked especially hard yesterday, as I hadn't slept the night before, so I was exhausted, and kept falling asleep. That wasn't so bad, but I was having some pretty wild hypnagogic twitches, and well, to put it bluntly, I kept sliding down the propped-up bed, while my pants did not. Chemo hurt my balls!
Well, that, and the fact that my veins started BURNING. Hoooo, port-a-cath, I can't wait for youuuuu...
I rented Rock Band 2 the other day, and picked up a microphone. I figure I can't really run or bike*, but I need to do SOMETHING. I haven't sang since High School, and even then I was quite awful at it. Now's my chance to learn this relatively useless skill. But, in typical me fashion, I kinda overdid it yesterday. Since I couldn't sleep, I was up from the time I gave up sleeping (2:30) until I had to go to leave for the hospital (7:30), singing. After my chemo nap and all, I went back to the singing for some six more hours. It may sound like a waste of time, but if anyone needs to hear a stunning rendition of Duran Duran's "Hungry Like The Wolf", I'm your man.
* My sister has an exercise bike in her basement. Hmmm... I hate stationary bikes, but that might just work.